My brother’s name is Haydn which is actually pronounced as if it were spelled H-A-Y-D-E-N. He is currently thirteen years old, two years younger than me, but he can lift me about a foot off of the ground which is sort of cool unless we’re wrestling. Then he can pin me down and I will not be able to get up until he gets bored.
Haydn is pretty cool. He can fix about anything. One thing that is annoying about him is that I can learn to do something and, let’s say, a year later Haydn will learn to do everything that I learned and more in less than 30 mins. That’s my brother.