My Brother, Chris

    My brother and I are three years apart. Two and a half if you want to be picky. I am the oldest, and when my youngest brother came along Chris became the middle child. Before Jason came, I am nine years older than him, I treated Chris badly. Or at least not well. He was this stupid little thing in a basket, stealing all my mother's affections. I dont feel guilty for feeling the way I did when I was three, but needless to say it set the tone for the rest of our sibling life.
    As we got older we fought constantly. Sometimes we were like wolf cubs; friendly, practical warfare to keep us healthy and strong and ..not bored. Other times we were malicious and mean toward eachother. Growing up through the ages of four until ten we played together often with the other kids in the neighborhood. We played cops and robbers and other games where it took a half an hour to discern the rules and we all had to leave by the time the streetlight came on. After that my brother branched off into boy-world, where he spent most of his time either riding a bike around by himself, or in a dark basement playing video games with his buddies across the street. I too had my own life. I dont remember exactly what I did, but Ive always been a social being and always have had quite a few friends.
    As Chris grew into himself as a young man, I began to see in him characteristics and qualities that I liked. I decided that even though he could be an angry jerk sometimes, he was my brother and I liked him. Of course I loved him unconditionally, but I also liked him as a person, which is something entirely different. He became generous, and honest, respectful toward our mother, and helpful with our brother. He was becoming old enough to see and experience many of the hardships he had once made fun of me for. Highschool for example. My grades werent good in highschool until I decided I wanted to go to college. My parents always gave me trouble about my grades, which meant chastizing rights for him. When he got to highschool and saw how hard it was, I didnt make fun of him at all. I just said, "See?"
    I feel like Ive been a good sister since I did the puberty thing. I became the me that I am now. I dont really remember much of my child self. Although I try. My brother and I see eye to eye on most things now. Our age gap closes every year and get closer too. Over Thanksgiving dinner my mom commented a few times about how much me and Chris talk to eachother. It makes her really happy that we get along so well.I  dont think that my Dad notices the change in us, only because he instigates us. And if he does notice, he takes well enough care not to act like it.
    I hope that I know my brother for a long, long time and that nothing comes between us. My Dad and his sister dont talk, because since they were children they hated eachother. He thinks she's selfish and weak, and she felt abused because the whole world revolved around him. That will never happen to me and my brother, Chris.