8 What Would I do without My Cousin David?

About a year later my cousin David came to live by us as my Uncle Erwin had gotten work at the same logging camp.  My cousin was a rascal but we generally got along.  I think he liked me although we sometimes would go at it.  He generally was easy to get along with but I could easily beat the crap out of him if I needed to.  I don’t know if that made me the bully, as I was a couple of years older then he was, but sometimes he needed somebody to keep him in line.  I remember one time we were going at it and I had him squarely on his back when my Uncle suddenly came by and lifted me off by the scruff of my neck and saved David.  I guess I was lucky because he just glared at me and put me down.  Too my defense I never ever pounded him but I would take him down and hold him to the ground.  This kept him from throwing rocks at me.  One time when we were on the beach throwing rocks into the water he hit me on the head with one the size of a soft ball and did the blood flow.  I think it was an accident.   I still use the scar today as a reference point for parting my hair.