One time my brother, my father, and I were at the park and we were all playing having a jolly ole time, and then we ended up on the monkey bars. Then my dad brought up an idea he thought up about a challenge seeing who could hang from the monkey bars the longest. Of course, my brother being the bigheaded person he is says it is not even worth doing because he would win easily and did not want to hurt me and our father's feelings. Well, soon we started and guess who won, the master himself, me. My little growing arms hurt for a few hours after the competition, but it was worth the pain because I beat my father and my brother at something. My brother, on the other hand of the situation, ran off crying because his younger and better of the boys beat him at something. My father chased after him and started talking to him as I kept antagonizing him by yelling things such as "Who's the champ," and raising my fists in the air.
             Anyways, all the way through my childhood I constantly sought after beating my brother at just about anything, but most of the time he was the winner. I, to this day, cannot tell what my obsession with wining over him is, but I still love to do it. There are a few things to this day he cannot win in such as checkers. We would compete over just about anything, like who could eat a plate of food quicker, swim across the pool faster, who could get with the prettier girl, and some of the stupidest stuff you ever heard.
             Ever since I can remember we have competed, when we were babies we probably seen who could crawl faster. Being my brother is only a year and a half older; he didn't have to wait long for the rivalry to start. I think since we were close in age, it was just another reason for us to battle against each other. Sometimes they would start by just looking at each other, but most of the time we'd tell each other the competition, the other would agree, and then we&apos...