When I looked back on my childhood, I consider myself extremely lucky to have grown up in the same home as my siblings.
So much of my youth was spent playing with my brothers; even the bickering and occasional fights we had have provided colorful memories that I look back on fondly now.
I’m also well aware that such an arrangement – having all my siblings under the same roof – isn’t a luxury afforded to all. In some cases brothers and sisters are separated when their parents move apart. In other cases – admittedly rarer and more extreme – an individual can grow up not even knowing they have a sibling!
