I was mostly jealous of my brother, because as kids we were told life isn't fair and to not compare ourselves to other families that may be better off but they would always try to do their best for us(which they absolutely did). That talk stuck with me, and it's been great through life. Saves the thoughts of keeping up with the Joneses. If you have a kid, give them that talk. Anyway, it left that opening that I could be jealous of my brother.
He always got new skis, and when he grew out of them I got the beaten up broken edged remnants of petex filled butter sticks. One year he didn't grow out of them, but lucky me, my dad had found a perfectly serviceable pair of Yamaha skis at the dump, so those were mine. My first new pair of skis were when I was 16 and could buy them myself.
/still bitter
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