My brother was born much older and much younger than I was ever going to be…
He’s always been so much more reserved, responsible and restrained while I’ve always been more recalcitrant, rebellious and rambunctious but also without any doubt I’m the more lively of my parent’s two progeny. Even though my brother was by far more responsible than I, I forever knew too much for my own good and this type of maturity set me apart from him and he bored me endlessly and maybe, still.
Dad, or daddy as I still call my father, always wanted a son; he wanted a daughter too but for different reasons. Life is funny and incredibly ironic and I turned out to be more the son than the daughter when it came to athletic abilities, nature affinities and philosophical discourse banter. Still, my brother was the favorite in spite of my similarities with my father especially because I always antagonized both my parents, but mostly my father, to no end. I won’t spend too much time elaborating on my brother anyway so I might as well move on with the story of “me” since I’m more interesting than my brother anyway; he’d even agree, I’m sure.
So, what a rapscallion of a pixie did my parents have on their hands and where did I leave off…oh yes, I was three, not four, now I remember; and I decided to go to Woolworths to visit the pet department with my best friend and partner in crime, Jimmy Brennen. Two three year olds on an adventure which entailed crossing a four lane highway and only the gods would know what other roads to get into town. You see, my daddy had brought me to Woolworths just days before so I was So eager to return (with Jimmy) and prove just how many Red-Eared Sliders and Syrian Hamsters were biting at the bit to get into my pockets…
(Stay tuned reader because my pockets were quite large even for a little urchin like me)
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