When I was growing up, I enjoyed being one of five siblings in the family. I always had someone to fight with, three brothers and one sister, even though it was never too serious.
As the youngest siblings in the family, my twin brother and I were born ten minutes apart, and as the first twin born, I am technically older than him. We were very close until we were eighteen, and then our lives took very different paths. We have had little in common since then.
I get along well with my siblings, but I feel I am closest to my oldest brother. He is seven years older than me, making him old enough to be that brother who you can emulate and look up to. But, he was also smart and could take on anything. He was a born optimist, and nothing has ever been too hard for him. I admired that he could start something and make it happen.
When growing up, my extended family was tiny. I had very few uncles and aunts, and I had more siblings than cousins. So, it was a blessing to belong to a large family during my formative years, and my oldest brother was a big part of it.