Never get in a fight with the youngest kid in his family.
It took years to make that deduction. Finally, it came to me when someone said, “My big sister hits harder than that.”
I was the oldest in my family. Not only could I not take a punch, but I was afraid of hurting my hand when hitting someone else.
And when the youngest in a family started hitting back, it wasn’t me he was punching. No. I was the demon and he was the exorcist.
richard c rutherford
Characterizations:
funny, well written
That last paragraph…oof!
4 paragraphs, made up of 7 sentences, and just the hint of a story. It reminds me of those NY Times Tiny Love stories, which are limited to 100 words. Yours is even shorter. But it needs a title. Otherwise it just shows up as “”.
Another gem. A valuable life lesson and insight about birth order, packed into a few sentences. Thanks.
Short but perfect in depicting the impact (emotional and physical) of birth order.
You are packing your own punch here, within a few sentences. Sounds like you learned a lot.
Wise is the son who knows himself Richard!