An Ode to my Brothers

I have always liked having two older brothers. Growing up they were kind enough to include me in many activities. They let me be goalie when they played hockey (they taught me how to "hug the post" and I did (for dear life)), the gave me all their unwanted hockey cards (and sometimes took them back when they realized they still wanted them) and when they played sleeping bag wrestling (basically this is where you stand up with your head at the bottom of the sleeping bag and try to wrestle with the minimal sight you have when you look through the zipped up zipper) they would stick me in the bottom of my sleeping bag and not let me out (this was not my favourite activity as you can well imagine and may have led to a small fear of inclosed spaces). 
Even though not all these activities were my favourite I still always felt very special when they let me play too. As we grew up they stopped wanting to play these games (except sleeping bag wrestling, that one never stopped being fun) and started to teach me cool new teenager things, like what music to listen to (I think I was the only 5th grade girl listening to Collective Soul and The Cranberries when everyone else was listening to Hanson and The Backstreet Boys) and how to dress (most of my clothes at the time were their hand-me-downs, including plaid button up shirts and brown doc martins). 
One of my brothers' favourite things to do at Christmas was to wrap up something old for me as a gag gift and give me my real gift afterwards. The problem was that I looked up to my brothers so much that it didn't matter what the gag gift was, I always thought it was so super cool that I didn't realize it was a gag gift! One year they wrapped up an old waffle shirt of Tyler's and it ended up being one of my favourite shirts for a long time and I actually can't remember what my real gift even was. 
Another thing my brothers did that I'm sure most older sibling would never do, was let me hang out with them and their friends when they came over. I loved this! I even remember going to Boston Pizza one time with my older brother Cory and his friends. I can't believe he let me come! What a fantastic older brother! 
Now that we are all adults my admiration for my brothers has not dwindled in the slightest. They are still some of the funniest people I know and I look up to them and want to be like them in so many ways.