All my life, I have been the youngest child. I grew up as the baby in the family; my brother is four years older than me. He and I get along well for the most part. We step on each other’s toes from time to time, but they have never been broken. Honestly, there is nothing better than being able to tease each other and get away with it.
My brother and I live fairly different lifestyles. In high school, he was a bit of a nerd who played ice hockey while I, on the other hand, was a choir kid with absolutely no athleticism and a soft spot for Frost-y's and poetry. Gym class was the death of me as well as geometry and pre-calculus. Those classes did such a number on me.
In college, my brother was very sociable while I locked myself in my room to watch paint dry all weekend. He also went to a large public school unlike me who decided to attend a small, private institution. But our academic careers don't impact our relationship.
Although we’re different, my brother and I are also alike in the sense that we both like some of the same rock bands and TV shows/movies. We both would turn into the Incredible Hulk in a New York minute if anything bad happened to the other.
He and I also find humor in the little things. There isn't a cut of beef we don't like, although he prefers his practically raw and I prefer mine more well done. Both of our rooms have seen their share of tornadoes and other "natural disasters". However, we put family first and enjoy spending time with friends.
Being the youngest child isn’t as bad as it may be perceived to be. Despite our differences, I never really felt like anything less than his little sister. Our parents have always encouraged me to branch out and be myself rather than follow in his footsteps. He even supports me and promotes individuality. If I ever need advice on anything, I can confide in him and pray he doesn't release his stench on me. Regardless of the little things, I am proud to be the youngest child.
