I always wished I had my brother’s room. As the only outgoing member of the family, I wanted the room with the French doors that opened into the backyard. My parents had a strict curfew of ten o’clock, but who could get anything done before then? I wanted to stay out all night and not come home until daybreak. My brother would rather stay in reading and writing comic books. Part of me envied his ability to concentrate as well as he did, but I was scared of being home. I knew I was missing out on life. And adventure.