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So my brother calls me this morning. I'm just finishing my work-out at the gym. He's in my neck of the woods at a job site and wanted to know if I wanted to meet him for a coffee.

Sorry dude, already at the gym let's touch base later this week. So I get to my desk and I'm having my protein shake and look at my phone about to change my voicemail message and "Holy Crap" its his birthday today.

So I called him back and of course wished him a Happy Birthday. Wow, my little brother is 35 years old. Unbelievable. I still remember him much like my son is now at 7-8 years old when we all moved to Canada.

My dad had left and didn't really have much time for us and my mom had to work in a sewing factory on the other side of the city. I was left to care for my brother and sister. Sometimes my memories are so clear, I can remember all of us getting up (my mom left the house at 6:30 am) and we'd have breakfast and watch Mr. Greenjeans or Friendly Giant and Mr. Dressup. There was this stupid cartoon with a eerily haunting song that has stuck with me all these years. It was about a kid named Simon and he had a magic stick of chalk and things he drew came to life. Now that I look back on it, that was a creepy show. I think Mike Meyers did a skit with this character on SNL awhile back. Wow, what would I draw with a magic stick of chalk!!!!

During the summer months, we'd go to the local pool and hang out all afternoon. Let's see I would probably have been in Grade 7 then which would mean I was 11 years old. My friends and I all went to see Sandy because she was the first of the grade 7 girls to grow big breasts and boy were they beautiful... I think...

I don't really know where I was going with this except that my little brother is 35 today and I guess that's really something.

R.