I was raised in a family of three boys. My brothers and I are about two years apart, very competitive and shy isn't a word that you would use to describe any one of us. We are, and always have been, very driven, loud and opinionated. So, let's just say that as we were growing up "peace and calm" was not a phrase that you would use to describe the Whitt house. There were fights in the living room, bathroom, backyard, front yard and basically anywhere else you can imagine. Holes were knocked in walls, lips were busted and noses were bloodied.