It's that time of year for special days. May means Mother's Day. Father's Day is just around the corner in June.
It has me thinking about families, and who gets one special day. Since I'm from a family of four boys, I've noticed nobody celebrates Brother's Day.
Unlike parents, brothers (or sisters) will probably be around most of your adulthood. Siblings are, for better or worse, the longest relationships you'll have your entire life. And, if you survive your childhood of trying to kill each other, you may actually turn into friends as adults.
Growing up in suburban '60s California, my brothers and I taught each other useful stuff, like how to pull a death-defying bike wheelie, smash a serve at ping-pong, shoot a BB gun. We figured out how to give each other a boost to climb over the backyard fence, and a miniature golf strategy so the ball made it through the windmill's whirling arms every time.
We taught each other to ride skateboards, ski lifts, ten-speeds, that weird unicycle somebody got, and eventually how to drive cars, really drive, not like that dumb driving class in high school.