Some mothers may disapprove of their child scribbling on the walls of their room. Other mothers, like mine, learn sooner or later to give in and buy washable writing utensils for their little ones. I have always been the rambunctious and creative son of the family. Growing up with a “good” older sister, my behavior came as a bit of a surprise to my parents. My older sister, Jenny, was the golden child who would impress anyone who simply heard her speak. He excelled in all of his classes throughout elementary school and high school. My talents, on the other hand, were in drawing, arts and crafts, and making layouts for the yearbook and newspaper club. At one point in my life, I remember being constantly compared to my sister. “Why can't you be more like Jenny?” This question stuck in my head. I doubt people realize the effect these types of comparisons could have on a child. Luckily, my parents tried not to compare us often, but they were still guilty of doing so from time to time. After seeing how much attention it would receive from family and teachers, I wanted to do it...