by Melissa Strong

Growing up with a sibling means always having an alibi, plus someone else to blame for broken stuff.  It means always competing for attention from parents. And it means worrying about your brother hiding Michael Anderson in your closet to watch you change clothes. Okay, maybe that last one is just me. Because my sibling’s birth occurred a year and a half after my own, I cannot remember a time when he wasn’t around. We grew up together, from preschool Play-Doh to high school They Might Be Giants shows.