#pocketuke

Like I said in that last post, they did most of the outside stuff, because they've always been more outside guys. If they weren't doing chores, they were still outside. My mom had to give in and school them on the porch because otherwise they didn't pay her any mind.

Growing up with twin brothers wasn't so bad. They usually act as one person, but they do have their individual charms too.

We were close, without really being close, y'know? Like I love them and all, but we never really connect on anything more than being blood-related. Kinda like my aunt, uncle, and I. Out of all my family, I was always closest to my mom, I think.

As for the "abuse" I think you're getting at. My brothers and my Aunt were rough with me, yeah, but I wouldn't call it "abuse!"

According to my mom, being tall and thin ran on my dad's side. It wasn't that I never ate. I always had plenty to eat at home! I just don't gain weight as easily as other people. High metabolism, I think it's called.

If it was really just a lack of food, don't you think I would weigh more now? Heheh.

And I wasn't beat up either. Well, yeah, there were a few local bullies, but my brothers actually stood up for me a lot.