Every kid grows up in a different family, I think. I'm the youngest in my family, for example, and I got to see things get much worse and much better than my older siblings. My oldest brother had already gone away to college by the time I was just starting to open my eyes as to what was happening. When we talk about growing up, it's two very different stories.

On the other hand, I've got another brother who is just a year and a half older than me and even we look at the past very differently. Just a matter of personality and perception I guess.