The Eldest - part 2

My oldest brother was a bully, at least in our family he was. I have no idea what he was like in school – if he had friends, if he was picked on, if he picked on other kids, if he made good grades – I don’t know any of it, most likely because of our 7-year age difference. I don’t remember him ever having any friends over at our house except for neighbor kids in our earlier years. I do know that he loved music, and he played bass guitar for a rock band ever since he was a kid. I remember when he got his new bass amp – it was about 3 1/2 feet tall! Like a lot of boys during that time, he loved the Beatles and The Rolling Stones. Some of the kids in the neighborhood also caught the music bug a

The Eldest

Ken was the oldest out of the four of us. He was 7 years older than me, 5 ½ years older than my brother, and 2 years older than my sister. I recently saw a video of him when he was 2 or 3 years old. It was a short home movie that my uncle had made and my cousin found. He was kind enough to put it on a DVD for me. It was amazing to watch this footage that I had never seen before. It was Christmas at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, and he was playing with a couple of big trucks – pushing them back and forth, and exploring how the different moving parts worked. And by the looks of his surroundings, he was showered with gifts. I could tell it was the result of proud grandparents who were used to gi

Motorcycles, Dance Routines and Birthdays

Sometimes when I write this blog, other images and memories come to mind. There are other triggers as well – a certain food, a pungent smell, or the position of the sun in the sky with the perfect temperature. A few nights ago, I walked outside just at dusk, and the air was warm. I was taken back to the time when I was about 4 years old, on a warm summer evening, and my mom offered to take me for a ride around the block on my dad’s motorcycle. She said as soon as I was ready for bed, we would go. I eagerly put on my pajamas, brushed my teeth, and ran outside, feeling the pavement of the driveway on my bare feet. It was a rare treat to even be outside in my pajamas, much less get a ride on th

The Truth and Nothing But the Truth

At the age of 5, we moved into a new home. I remember the first time I saw it. I don’t know where my two older siblings and dad were, but this particular evening, my mom just had my brother and I, which was pretty unusual. She said we were going to look at the new house. I knew there was a possibility of moving, but didn’t know it was already a done deal. It seemed like a castle compared to our previous house. It was one story but stretched out two or three times further, and had an acre of land in the front and half an acre in the back. There were four huge trees in the front yard, lined up close to the house, and a sweet willow tree in the back. It was on a dead-end street, and we were on

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