Myths and Narratives
I remember as a young child my mother used to read books to my older brother Ryan and me every day. We always ate dinner, took our baths and then crawled into our bunk beds and waited for mom to come in and read. If we were really good she would read two stories. I still remember the time my mother read the story of The Tortoise and the Hare (Aesop, 1867) one night. It was one of Aesops Fables best in my book.
As the second child born and having an older brother I was a very competitive child from the moment I could walk. I knew I could beat my brother at anything and I knew I was much better than he was. ...view middle of the document...
If the tortoise can beat the hare, I could beat my brother.
It was not right away; actually it was more like years before I got the chance to show Ryan he was not all that anymore. He was a senior in High School and I was a freshman. We had both made the High School track team and it was the first week of practice. I was known as Little Pip because of course I was the little sister and this would be my moment. For some reason my brother decided to start taunting me at practice and I must admit he embarrassed me in front of everyone. It was at that moment I knew I had to finally defend myself. I simply called him out on the track for a quick 220 race, loser shuts his face.
Ryan could not turn me down because he was called out in front of all his friends and worst of all, his girlfriend. He accepted the challenge and sauntered over like he was the best thing since sliced white bread. Our coach came to the line; everyone else was at the finish line waiting to see who would win. The whistle blew and I took off running like my pants were on fire and never looked back. The funny thing for me was my brother was neither...