What’s My Age Again?

Age will always be a very dangerous topic of conversation.  My brother and I spent too much time at a party last night persuading new friends that we were not 14 and 16. We’re 12 and 22.  We were born nearly a decade apart, we’re not like most siblings.

“Technically we’re all children at this table, because we’re all under 17.” “No we’re not.”

Yes, my brother is two and a half inches taller than me.  Yes, he does appear to have hit puberty like a tonne of bricks in the last 6 months.  Get over it.  I haven’t grown since I was 12.  2 days after my 17th birthday, I went into Woolworths and bought Without A Paddle and got ID’d.  That film’s a 12, can you imagine the look on the guys face when I produced a provisional driving licence?!

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