Intro- Contrast

My brother and I are four years apart in age. He's older, I'm the baby of the family. For as long as I can remember there have only been few very rare occasions when we have gotten along with one another. Even though I love my brother very much we constantly but heads. Besides sharing the same brown hair and brown eyes there isn't much more we have in common. My brother and I have very different outlooks on life. I know what I want to do with my life. My brother just finds enough odd jobs to barely scrape by. I was the good child, he was the bad child. He is very loud and in your face, while I'm soft spoken and kind.