You look up to them. You want to be just like them. You dress like them, talk like them, and strut like them. Whether you realize it or not, you imitate everything they do. This one is for all of the younger brothers and sisters out there.

You get the "hammy" downs.

T- shirts, sweatshirts, old jerseys, old jeans that were way too big, but still wore them, and whatever else I could get my hands on. I was such a Tomboy growing up and wanted to wear all of his clothing he grew out of and was going to throw away. I also got his old bat, glove, cleats and bat bag. We use to play hockey so I would wear his old jerseys and hockey socks. Anyone else have an older brother who can relate? Or maybe you "borrowed" all of your sister's clothing. What's theirs is ours, right?

You're the dummy bag.

Your hair was pulled. You were poked, punched and tickled. Don't forget the times they would pick you up by your feet and throw you over their backs. I will never forget when he put me in the dog's cage and pushed/ let me slide down the steps. Not only was I terrified, my parents didn't like the end result. They weren't worried about me, rather they worried about the trim around the window that was damaged. Okay, okay, they were worried about me, too.

You got dragged around.

Hockey game? Baseball game? Football game? Need a ride to rugby? Where they go, you go. I cannot tell you how many times we went out of town for sports. Of course, I was too young to stay home alone so I had the honor of going with my family to some sport event for my brother just about every weekend. I didn't mind going, but as the youngest, you don't get a choice if you want to go or not. Luckily, there are other younger siblings at the games, too, so you aren't alone.

You snuck down to the basement when their significant other came over.

Your older brother or sister is just at that age where they want a girl or boy to come over. What did we do as the younger sibling? Tip-toe down the steps and see what was going on. Or your mom tells you, "Go downstairs and get a water." Yeah, okay mom.

You've heard the threat, "I'm going to kill you!"

Take something without asking? "I'm going to kill you!" In their room? Same thing. Say something embarrassing in front of their friends? You better run. Touch their phone, let alone break it? HA! RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN AND DON'T LOOK BACK!

You've said, "I am going to tell mom!"

Find them doing something they probably shouldn't be doing? Are they picking on you or being mean? Stole the remote? Yeah, these are things this line works perfect for.

You don't have a baby book and they do.

I use this one as a guilt trip mechanism towards my mom. He has a baby book and I don't. His baby book is detailed and cute and mine? It's "in the process of being put together" ... 19 years and counting. I have baby pictures, not as many might I add, but they are in the closet in a shoebox. The pictures are all getting looked at, right? RIGHT?

You obeyed their rules (when they were around).

Rule number one, no going into my room, rule number two, ask before you go into my room, and rule number three, don't touch or take any of my belongings. These were the rules we heard as younger siblings over and over again. We would also obey them when they told us to go and get them a water, or to go get them the chips as they played their Playstation. Better yet, we also grabbed something for them that was five inches away.

You were able to use the line, "He did it first."

Your sibling does it first, then you get caught. He spits, I spit. I get in trouble. I say, "But mom! He did it first!" My brother would do things on purpose so that I would do them, and somehow he always knew I would get caught doing it.

You wanted to be around him, especially when he had friends over. How many times have we heard, "Go upstairs," or "Leave us alone!" or some sort of bribery so that we leave them be with their friends. You liked to hear what all the boys talked about. You liked playing sports with them. You wanted to watch the movie with his friends when they all slept over. You weren't allowed because you weren't cool enough.

We all have these memories and if you're the older sibling, you may know all too well the woes of the younger one. It makes growing up a total pain, yet fun and memorable. We couldn't wait for them to leave for college, then we missed them when they were gone. We looked for ways to get them into trouble, but then we learned from their mistakes and looked up to them. They will always be our older siblings to help guide and support us.

How could we ever replace them?