Life is full of struggles and sometimes personal confrontations break out in a fight.
Jed was always picking on me. Being the older brother he must have felt some need to dominate, which naturally had to be resisted at all costs. We were probably 7 and 8 respectfully when Mother complained to Dad one day that his boys had been fighting all day and she'd had enough. We were still fighting when he walked into the basement rec room, took us both outside into the backyard and had us put on boxing gloves. I never really wanted to beat my brother up, I just wanted to be left alone, and know everything he was doing of course.