Trouble and my Little Brother
I grew up a lot with my brother. We were only a year apart in school due to the fact that I was held back twice. We used to play Legos together. We would ride bikes in the neighborhood, building ramps. But I also got in a lot of trouble with him. And a lot of trouble because of him. Well that’s at least how I see it.
Trouble and my Big Sister
I didn’t get in trouble much at school, which is very surprising since I got picked on a lot, but I never took revenge. I had few friends. I think I was kind of in my own little world. My sister was older. When I came home from the hospital, I wasn’t the normal baby. I screamed a lot. I slept two hours every twelve hours. My sister wanted my mom to return me for a better baby.
The Corner
I was no stranger to childhood punishment. Trouble seemed to follow me everywhere I went. I thought my punishment was the cruelest, most inhumane and unjust punishment that any child could have. No child was punished the way I was, or at least that’s how I saw it. I was always getting in trouble with the police by my own doing, which I really thought happened because of other people, especially my brother.