I'm 12 years younger than my brother by a full round. The family had me when they were well off and supposedly flourished even more with me. I always thought I was Mom and Dad's little princess, that I was a blessing to the family, that I was a doll to be carefully nurtured when they got rich!
This fantasy was mercilessly denied by my mother when I was about 20 years old. My mother said that the medical condition was not good and she was older when she was pregnant with me, so the doctor did not recommend abortion, so I was accidentally born "rough"!
Because my parents are from the 50s, my brother is from the 70s, and I'm from the 90s, my growth trajectory is skewed, and I didn't follow the 90s at all.
During my kindergarten break, my parents would sometimes let my brother watch me, and he would gather a bunch of buddies to lay out mats in the house to play video games, just plug in the card kind of thing, and at the time, I thought they were just so cool and awesome, you know what it's like to have a bunch of big brothers in the house to play with me? (Well actually I'm that redundant, they play it will feel like I'm a pain in the ass), after the blue if mom and dad come back my brother will say it's me who wants to play, no, I want to see them play, and I'll be very cooperative nod ah nod.
Later grew up a little, my brother will let me this prop also on the hand to play two, basically accompanied by this pair! Pair! To the left! To the left! Ah no! Is to press the left button! Don't pull the handle! Don't pull the handle! Don't!
It was part of my childhood that I loved to play with my brother, and my brother didn't love to play with me, he thought little girls were more trouble than they were worth, so I knew that if I was a little bit less, cried a little bit less, didn't tattle, and didn't yank on the handle when I played the game, my brother would play with me more with his buddies. Speaking of which, I'm not one of those hunky bimbos who love to play with boys a bunch or green tea bimbos who act soft and want their brother to protect them, as I said earlier, I'm 12 years younger than my brother, and I was only five when he was 17.
Of course there were bad times when he was so much older than me, I had my own little friends after I started elementary school, and one of my friends had an older brother who was two years older than her, and nobody dared to bully her all year long, and his brother was a. He was a jerk! If she cried, his brother would lead the gate grade to block the door. But at that time my brother had already gone to college, he went to bully elementary school students, I do not think it is appropriate ~ how understanding sister!
But he would give me bad ideas, for example, there is a boy who always love to swing me, I ignore him to pull my pigtails, my brother taught me to lock him in a small coal room, scared the little boy cried a face of snot bubbles, and then I got a beating.
I reckon it is also the childhood influence, I am more optimistic and cheerful. En 。。。。 Simply put, thick skin!