Growing up, I was deathly afraid of my oldest brother.

He's about ten years older than me and he's a huge guy. He says he worked out with weights all summer when he was younger but I think what really happened was he got a hold of some kind of toxic waste that blew him up three sizes. I don't really know why I was so afraid of him. He would terrorize my other siblings sometimes to show them he was the boss and he yelled at me one time because I was crying, and he hates it when people cry, but he never once touched me.