Even as adults my brothers and I still roughhouse with our nephews. So much so that on a recent visit my oldest nephew and I ended up hurting each other. He actually ended up taking a trip to the ER.
I was only 11 when he was born so he was more like a baby brother. It’s been fun watching him and my other nieces and nephews grow up. Some have kids, some are in college but when we get together we all turn into kids again roughhousing and playing Super Smash Brothers.
One aspect of our roughhousing stands out. We called it stacking. The goal of stacking was to neatly stack as many nephews on top of each other as possible. The nephew at the top of the pile was called the cherry, usually it was Chris, who is now studying to be an architect. Say thank you Chris.