My older brother and I were Irish twins. For those of you not in the know, that means we were born less than a year apart. We started school the same year; I, being just four, attended the same class, and everyone thought we were truly twins. Being the wild kind of boys we were, we constantly got sent to the hall for our behavior. Instead of standing with our faces to the wall, we would wander up and down the hall, popping our faces in different classroom door windows, then run back down the hall. What one of us didn't think up, the other would. We weren't alone in our adventures; there was a cute little young lady whose name escapes me who was just as sinister as we and always game for a little fun; in fact, at times she egged us on. The classroom had these 4x4-inch Styrofoam blocks you could build things out of, and one or the other of us would let the kids build 2 or 3 rows of a building out of them, then go kick it down. One particular day, we went off into a corner by ourselves and let them build the castle they were working on. Shortly after it was complete, we helped our accomplice into a doll carriage, and together we pushed her full speed through said castle. That earned us a trip to the principles office, a letter home, a paddle from our mother, and a belt whipping from our father. Needless to say, we were a bit better behaved for the remainder of the year. On the last day of class, the teacher called us each in turn out to the hallway and said the school had decided to separate us for the next year. I bet she and the school were relieved to get us three separated.
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