Growing up with siblings

Rachel Vogt, Staff Writer

Growing up with two siblings has taught me many things. For example, I learned at a very young age how to fight, which insults went a little too far (and on the other hand, which ones were just enough to make your sibling not talk to you for an hour or two,) and who you’re not supposed to like or talk to because they did your sibling dirty.

I have an older sister and a younger brother and there is quite a big age difference between the three of us, but we are all still really close.

It’s weird how sibling relationships evolve as you all grow older. Brooke and I didn’t exactly get along when we lived together, but when she went off to college in the fall of 2011, we became a lot closer.

My brother Blaine and I have always been close despite the almost eight-year age difference.

He and I have always bonded over watching Disney movies and eating popcorn in our parent’s basement while they were out with their friends.

Growing up with siblings also gave me a very competitive drive. We were always trying to one up one another in our accomplishments that vary from academics, sports, and even with showing cattle.

It’s crazy to think about what my life would be like without my siblings.

I don’t think I would be nearly as good at reasoning with people to get done what needs to be done, and I know I definitely wouldn’t be able to roast people as well as I do now.

I also know that if I didn’t have siblings, I wouldn’t have people that have my back no matter what, and that makes all the stupid little fights we used to get into so worth it.