The clock ticks on and all we have are the memories of times we spent growing up together. I was the fortunate one. Being the younger brother, I got to learn the easy way. Every mistake my brother made I knew to stay clear. He thought me most everything her learnt, scouting, music, athletics, jokes, songs, the list is endless. He was a good flirt but I didn’t pay sufficient attention. I knew of little if anything, I was able to out do my brother in. It was because of this that I always humbled myself and never once believed that I was better than anyone can be, if like Nash, they set their minds to it. My school friend may remember how often I boast of my brothers abilities.