A portrait of my brother as a young lad
posted in Hurray for Geekdom, kid |
I have fond recollections of my brother being the more adventurous of the two of us, growing up. I always thought he was cool- he was braver and more willing, for instance, to jump out of the swings at the apex of his swing, or leap from concrete tube to concrete tube ( the playground of our trailer park had these 4 foot diameter concrete tubes that we played in… couldn’t do that today, they’d be rubberized. But at least when you licked them in winter your tongue didn’t stick to them ). Sure, he had a few mishaps; he got his scar on his chin that matches mine when he went down a hill on his bike and over a bike jump. I thought he was laughing when he got up, but he wasn’t. Whoops. But overall, I was proud to be his brother and always tried to live up to what he was capable of.
I never was able to, though; which made it more surprising when my mother tried to tell me, when I was a teenager, how much he looked up to me. I thought it was the other way around. I was more of a sissy boy and he was the macho one. Aah well, this photo always reminds me of him.
( oh, this picture isn’t really my brother– I stole it from a fark thread and cropped off the lolcaption. )
