This is a weird question, because being the elder/younger sibling just is what it is, isn’t it? How do you know if you’d prefer being the other, when the only experience you have is of being the one? Does that make sense?
Anyway, I have one brother, Nick, who’s four years younger than me, and I think it’s fair to say we have always had a fairly volatile relationship. We didn’t get on at all well as children or teenagers, and even now at the ripe old ages of 43 and 39, we can revert to squabbling kid mode in a matter of seconds. Thankfully, it’s far rarer these days, though.
Also thankfully, we both tend to blow up, say what we have to say, then forget it ten minutes later. I can’t bear people holding grudges for ages and being moody.
Nick married a friend of mine, who he met at our wedding, Amanda, which I think has served to bring us closer together as well over the years.
So in answer to the actual question – I don’t know if I preferred being the older child or not.
And here, for your delectation and to make you laugh, are three photos of Nick and me in the early 80s (even more funny in light of yesterday’s post). He’s gonna kill me ….
I bought those trousers on holiday in Turkey. I wonder what happened to them.
Oh. My. God. (Wayne and Waynetta, eat your heart out)
I look OK, but Nick seems to be off to a line dancing class.