Truth be told, it was my big brother.
Yah. Not what an adolescent typically dreams about, but it’s what happened. My big bro decided that I was “practice material,” and used to climb through my bedroom window to do just that. A lot. I guess he was getting ready for a marathon.
In fact, he was.
It was excruciating, to say the least. I was disgusted, but he was a lot bigger than I was. I…