Have you ever been in the backyard enclosed by a circle of your brothers? The feeling of anguish and despair as they close in on you knowing what is going to happen next. The unthinkable yet used to event in which the youngest brother always is the target. The normal wrestling match yet what I like to call “a beating” always happens when I’m caught off guard. I’m the youngest of 5 with the smallest arms and the shortest in height. There is no escaping the 4 of them as their muscular bodies get ready to pound me into the ground. I have to think quick on my feet and the only escape is to use one as a foot stool which in the end would only anger them more. There is no escaping this enemy.