As a kid I enjoyed being around and spending time with my brothers and sisters, Mike and Roger in particular, and also Dennis because he was closest to me in age (still is). And then there was Arnold (my oldest brother) who was little else but mean to me. He had an abrasive personality in general, but for some reason he had no tolerance for me.
One incident, as I recall, I was being transported by Arnold out to our house in the sticks from the village in his pickup truck. He drove very fast and took the corners hard, which was probably his usual way of driving but scared the shit out of me and I asked him to slow down. “Shut up, kid!” was all I got in response.
By the time I was in my late teens, Arnie and I got along fine.
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