My brother and I had a age difference of three years (I am the oldest), in school years we went to the same camp in different units.

One day (he was 10-11 years old, me, 13-14, respectively) his commanders were forced to participate in the "Mr. Camp" competition among the younger units. He came to me to complain about it. Because I did not want to participate. Because "well, what is it, well, why is it, what another Mr. of the camp, it is the girls who decide what I want them to like!".

Brother under thirty, the last time long relationship was in college, after that somehow did not work out. Recently at a family dinner they remembered this situation... My brother and I laughed, and my parents now seriously blame me for not convincing him to participate, I am now their fault that the son is unhappy in his personal life. I hope he won't bet that I met his daughter in the tenth grade, too!