I would hate to have a brother because I would have to share everything with them from my house to my parents to possibly all of my possessions. I wouldn't have as many nice things. I would have to deal with somebody being there all the time. I like being able to come home and be left alone after having to interact with people all day. I wouldn't get as many gifts for holidays. I don't have to share the people I love. Or a bedroom. I loved growing up the only child because it let my imagination run wild. I just sat in my room and played with toys and read books all day long. And I don't have to deal with the annoying extra drama that comes from siblings.