Angela Benson | Siblings

I've been thinking a lot about siblings these days. I only have one -- a
brother -- though there were many times growing up when I thought there were
six of him. The boy was a holy terror, sometimes without the holy.

I have the funniest memories of him growing up. Though he's three years younger
than I am, when he was around five or six, he used to beat me up. He did it
because I'd never hit him back. Well, I woke up to that pretty quickly, and
accidentally socked him one day. Guess what? My brother's love of hitting his
big sister suddenly faded.