My two younger brothers, Tim and Chip, were competitive in nearly all things, from board games to playing tag, or just shooting hoops on our back yard patio. But always, they were best friends first.
They often argued and you’d swear it would come to blows, but it never did. It went without saying, it was okay for them to argue and pick on each other, but if anyone were to attack one, or the other, the interloper became the evil villain and he’d better run like hell.
One of the things they both enjoyed was hanging out with their friends at a small pond on top of a huge hill in town. Everyone just called it ‘The Big Hill’, as in, “Hey, let’s go do the pond on The Big Hill.”
It didn’t matter what season it was. They climbed The Big Hill for pond time with their friends year round. They loved trading deepest secrets, skipping stones, or taking turns sharing the worst swear word they could think of, but weren’t allowed to say at home.
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