When I was growing up I was the youngest of four children the oldest is 4 1/2 years older than me. I have two older brothers and one older sister (the order is boy girl boy girl). My brothers fought from the time I was 4 until my oldest brother was finally kicked out of the house when he was 18 (I was almost 15). My brothers fought so much that looking back at what I remember I am shocked that they are both still alive. They truly wanted to kill each other. My dad was at work when these fights happened and my mom could not handle the fighting (which was usually only yelling while she was there) so she would leave us kids at home and my brothers would then get much, much worse. My sister (who is not the oldest) would be left in charge (usually just of making sure the chores were finished if I remember right) and she then felt responsible for my brothers. I was able to hide for the most part while they were fighting but I could still hear everything. My home was a war zone for ten plus years.