Thick Skin

Whenever my family and I go out, we act like perfect little angels. We put on this persona that we never have problems. If you think that my family never has fights, well you are so wrong! Not a day goes by when one sibling doesn't complain about another.

Having an older brother and younger sister has definitely taught be to have a thick skin. Our fights have definitely been the worst out of everybody in the family. When Jill and I used to share a room, I seriously thought that somedays one of us was not going to come out alive. We would fight over the stupidest things too. I would simply ask her to pick the trash off the ground and she would respond with "I didn't put it there". In my house, I don't usually hold my tongue like I do with people outside of my family. So of course I would say something back and it would turn into a wrestling match on the floor. If it wasn't a wrestling match then it would be verbal. She doesn't do it anymore but she would always bring up my weight. I would get so mad at her, I would have to walk out of the house. When she and I fight now, I just laugh at her because frankly I could care less.

My older brother and I would have really bad fights too. I have some funny stories to go along with them though. The first, it was just a regular day in the house. Little kids running around, parents yelling, birds chirping.  My brother and I got into this discussion about something. Whatever I said though pissed him off to the max. Next thing I know, he is chasing me outside in his boxers. I climb up this tree to get away from him and of course he follows. I'm not quite sure how I got out of that one...might have been my blood curdling screams that brought my mom to my safety. The second, John and I were in the car. This was before we could drive so my family was coming back from some get together. I said something to him again that set him off. When we hit the driveway, I bolted for the door. He came right after me so I ended up sprinting around these trees that we had in our front yard. He almost had me when he tripped over the tree root. He ended up spraining his ankle but I was too busy thanking my lucky stars (with an occasional chuckle). Lastly, my brother ran cross country and track so yes he was fast. Whenever I made him mad outside, he would chase me....and I knew there was no hope. So right away I would go into a fetal position on the ground which in return would make him fall over me. This was great and all until he got back up and punched me.

Having two siblings that I would always fight with has taught me to not really care about what people say. Also,  rough housing with my brother has taught me to stand up for myself. I'm not saying that I would ever pick a fight with someone but if they hit me....I'm not sure what I would do ha. Probably go into fetal position, just kidding. I would totally show them who's boss ha.