The Carter part of the larger family started off strong with a couple rambunctious boys, followed by two sets of twins before my great great grandma decided she was done with kids. The first boy and his brother were happy to help raise the double set of twins and get them into all kinds of trouble while doing it. If there was trouble afoot, people knew to ask them about it. If “Those Two Dang Carter Boys” didn’t instigate it, they absolutely knew who was behind it. That first boy is my great grandfather. What can I say? I come by my reputation as a troublemaker honestly. I’m just living up to the family tradition. And those two Carter boys created a serious set of standards to live up to.