My older brother was the scientist, I was the dreamer. I used to follow him on his 'expeditions' where he would collect 'specimens' such as spiders, frogs, fishes and lizards one at a time to put in aquariums and study them, their eating habits, their movements, their reaction to being in an enclosed environment. After about a week we would let them go and hunt for another 'specimen'. Thus began my lifelong interest in, and love for, animals (except insects, the 6 legged variety).
My older brother was also an avid reader. When he went to kindergarten, he would come home and read comic books, and because I was at an age where I thought my older brother was such a cool dude and I wanted to do everything he did, I started reading some of his books, and this is odd because although I could read by the time I was 3, I could not write alphabets. Nevertheless, thus began my lifelong interest in, and love for, books.
I used to play quite a lot with my older brother, and although I can't remember exactly when or why, we started to grow apart around the time of the arrival of my younger brother. And things never quite went back to the way it was. We used to hold hands all the time when we were small, and now I cannot bring myself to even hug him goodbye because I had never hugged him before in my life. Not that we don't talk to each other or anything, but somehow we just couldn't go back to the way things had been when we were children.
My older brother was also an avid reader. When he went to kindergarten, he would come home and read comic books, and because I was at an age where I thought my older brother was such a cool dude and I wanted to do everything he did, I started reading some of his books, and this is odd because although I could read by the time I was 3, I could not write alphabets. Nevertheless, thus began my lifelong interest in, and love for, books.
I used to play quite a lot with my older brother, and although I can't remember exactly when or why, we started to grow apart around the time of the arrival of my younger brother. And things never quite went back to the way it was. We used to hold hands all the time when we were small, and now I cannot bring myself to even hug him goodbye because I had never hugged him before in my life. Not that we don't talk to each other or anything, but somehow we just couldn't go back to the way things had been when we were children.
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