December 25

1966. My Three Amigos

I was in their "charge".  My protectors.  My three USMC, trained fighters.  I was kind of partial to my middle brother.  My youngest brother was only three years older than me and his teasing at times could be relentless.

My middle brother was five and a half years older than I and he was the one that was kind of stuck being most in charge of me.  He didn't seem to mind me tagging along with him and his friends at the playground on the next block.

When my little sister was born, I was five and a half, and we were all in charge of her.  And that is when I began to really live.