Siblings. If you're lucky enough to have one, you know that they can be a real pain in the butt. Especially when you were both younger. If you have more than one, I can't even imagine how much trouble you guys probably caused.

Luckily, I was blessed with only one annoying older brother to constantly mess with growing up. But as we grow older, our relationship with our siblings starts to change. They are no longer the pain in the butt hogging all of Mom's and Dad's attention, but a friend that will be there for us for life.

Lilo and Stitch give the best explanations of life growing up with siblings.

You love annoying them in any way possible.

Whether it's touching them, yelling at them or eating the last of their favorite food, it was always such a rush to get a reaction out of our brothers and sisters when we were little. For some reason, making them mad made us happy.

But, of course, Mom always made us apologize.

While it was funny and cute when we were younger, as we got older, Mom would make us apologize for being so annoying and starting trouble. As if it was our fault that causing trouble was so much fun.

Then we found more discrete ways to make them mad.

As we got older, we got more creative. Honestly, we were evil little brats. When we got too old for screaming matches, we started going through their stuff, and they started going through ours. Anything that was supposed to be private was fair game—especially diaries and journals.

Everything became a competition.

Soon, everything we did became a competition. Whether it was grades, sports or clubs, we had to be better than them. And of course we had to brag about our accomplishments to our parents in front of them, just to make them jealous. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing. By making everything a competition, we also constantly pushed each other to be better.

They always knew how to cheer us up.

When we were sad, or angry, or the stress had just gotten to us, they were always there to cheer us up. This could have been with video games, movies or food. But usually food.

And when the time came, we didn't want to leave them.

Whether you were the first to leave, or the last, saying goodbye was suddenly so hard. We never realized until that moment just how important our siblings were until they were no longer going to be by our side, annoying us at every chance.

Because, in the end, they were our Ohana.