Reach Advantage

On two separate occasions I’ve punched my older brother in the throat––at eight and nine years-old, respectively. The first time was after he’d eaten all of my little chocolate Easter eggs that I’d just spent all morning crawling on top of the fridge and behind the couch in search of. He knew how mad that would make me. I watched him lie on the ground wheezing and squirming like a punctured inner tube. The second time he was just trying to teach me how to box, it’s not my fault I wasn’t tall enough to reach his nose.