a thousand words

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and boy I could write a thousand words on this picture.   The smaller child is me and the older child is my brother.   He is 7 years older than me.   Take a look at the cuffs on his jacket.   Perfect fit.   Now take a look at the cuffs on my jacket, way too long.   Not even close.   Now look at the fit of the jacket through the chest.  Once again, perfect.   And the fit of the jacket that I am wearing?   I am drowning in it.   This is what you call "hand-me-downs".   Having a brother who is 7 years older means that I get his cast-offs each year and he gets new clothes.   I would complain about it but my mom would always tell me that "I would grow into it".   My mom was always thrifty,   And being thrifty is okay so long as you are the older sibling.   This is a pretty old picture.  It is from a simpler time.   A happy time.    After all, at this age my only concern was what toy I would play with next.   My parents kept my brother and I well supplied with toys.   Have a nice day and carpe diem.    Lew