My Own Private Jungle...Forever

Actually, not so much. As my mom operated a babysitting business, I usually had to share it with a throng of other children. Weekends were all mine, especially by the time I was this tall, because my older brother had discovered girls and tragically morphed into Lief Garret, like in a horror movie. It's funny, older and younger brothers each seem to harbor an unacknowledged resentment toward the other: the former resents the latter because he feels the new arrival has forever taken his place, leaving him abandoned. The latter resents the former because he only idolizes his brother and feels abandoned himself when that brother--who feels he must face life alone--moves on.