my space

A time when someone intruded into my space was when my brother was born. Although I was only two, I remember not liking him very much, and wondering where he came from. Slowly, I had to learn to live with him, even though he continued to intrude on my space and my life after birth. When I was seven I had to miss a very important little league game because he crashed his bike and we had to take him to the emergency room.