Being The Only Child - Original Writing

My family consists of my mom, dad, two sisters, and one brother. I am the youngest child of the family. With my siblings being a good deal older than me, I tended to feel left out when they got to do things that I didn’t. The age gap left me feeling like an outsider sometimes. As we grew older, the bond between us grew much, much stronger. I think of my siblings more like friends now. They are people that I can tell

Ever since I could remember I wanted an “er” (that’s the word I used instead of sibling before I knew what sibling meant)being an only child I didn't have many kids to play with,which is one of the reasons I wanted a sibling.Little did I know I was actually going to get one.

I grew up with my grandmother in the small town of Turner, Maine. My mother, Jana-lin, sent me there from Salt Lake City, Utah to escape an abusive stepfather. At the age of six I traveled alone across the country with one layover to try and find a better life. All of this happened during the Thanksgiving and Christmas of 1996. But being torn from an older sister, a younger brother, and your mother. Us kids were separated, my older sister Brittney, ending up in Las Vegas, Nevada with her father. My little brother Richard, with his father out in Salt Lake City, Utah and Me, with my grandmother in Maine. My father Andreas, abandoned my mother when he learned she was pregnant, going so far

Growing up as the middle child, having an older sister and younger brother, one would think that being in the middle, one might gradually gravitate to the older sibling, because of the older sibling being the same sex as you are, such as playing with dolls, dressing up the dolls or simply playing dress up with each other; however, that was not the case. I admired my sisters admirations of wanting to have a close relationship with me, the mere dream of having someone to dress up, to braid each-others hair; came to mind at times, but running around in the mud and playing sports was more appealing and more that meets the eye. Growing up I gravitated towards my brother, we were one grade difference in grade school, and only eleven months apart in age. Hanging out with my brother was awesome, similar friends, similar age groups, we all enjoyed running around, getting muddy, or simply the art of video gaming. Back in the day the computer game The Sims was quite popular as well, we both enjoyed playing that for hours, instead of doing our homework and focusing on our studies, not much worry for a pre-teen to teenager at that time. Then there was that time in grade school, my father would drop off the three of us to the morning care at the school prior to school starting, the morning-care took place in the gynmasium at the school. I distincively remember my brother and I would bring our Pok'emon cards to school and pull them out in the morning, to try to battle with the other students, and one day that

The Relations I have with my siblings are the most important in my life for many reasons. My family includes my mom five siblings and I. Being the oldest child comes with great responsibilities and lots of expectations. When I was eleven I wished I was the youngest because I knew my younger brothers had the type of life I wanted. No chores just love and laughter with some video games thrown in. I always held my feelings in and just kept them to myself, I did not want to be a burden to mom. Looking back, I am truly happy my wish to be the youngest never came true. I am happy my life turned out to be like coal that turned into a diamond only; from time and the heavy pressure of exceptions and responsibility’s.

After 16 years of my life about to graduate and go off to college finding out you’re going to have a baby sister is a shocking surprise. I felt as if I was on a roller coaster, my emotions were twisting and spinning all over the place. I had an older sibling but never was home. I always was the big baby of the house. I didn’t think that would ever change until you find out there’s another baby on board.

During those two months out of the summer of 2005, Taylor and I were on a set schedule of who to live with, when we would arrive, and what time we’d be leaving. This time was split up between grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, and church friends. Each place completely different from the other, but after so long houses and faces started to blend together and they all became the same thing over and over again. When our separation had hit the one-month mark we were finally allowed to start having visits with our mom. I remember walking into our house for the first time, in what felt like forever to a young kid, and

For most of my childhood, life was great. It was just me, my older brother, and my parents. But at the age of five, my little brother came into this world, and at that point, I felt like my mom’s priorities had changed. I felt like she had forgotten me and my older brother existed, and until this day, I still feel the same way. So i've always had a better bond with my dad. Growing up i’ve always been independent and always wanted to be by myself rather than with other kids my age. That's how I was raised, considering that I am the only girl out of my siblings and out of a majority of my cousins. Through elementary and middle school, I was always in gifted and academic programs, so I guess you could say I was pretty smart.

Growing up with two other siblings who are younger than me I have always felt like our lives have differed throughout the years. We have always had different likes in food, music and other activities. With being the oldest child I have always felt like everyone expected me to set a good example for them to follow. I have always felt close to both my brother and sister because in age range we are not that far apart. As we grew up our lives took different directions and we seemed to have different priorities. No matter the direction life took us we were always there to support each other.

I was born on February 1st, 1902 in Joplin Missouri. My childhood wasn’t the average childhood you would think of. My father left me not long after I was born, he left me and my mother all alone. My mother was struggling and she couldn’t find a job where we lived, so my mother had to go across the country to find one. Mother left me with my old grandmother. My old grandmother lived in a small house just right for the two of us, my grandma wasn’t rich. Dinner was often greens and whatever the neighbors passed over the backyard fence. It was in a small, good neighborhood, but the only bad thing

In 2007, I moved into my paternal grandfather’s house with my two brothers. We lived there for about five years until we moved back in with our dad. Those five years were the most influential on my life so far; they forced me to change myself in ways I never knew I could. My childhood died tragically early because my parent’s got divorced, my mother was not capable of caring for my siblings and me, and my father went to prison.

When I was 9, my mother became pregnant with my first sister and we moved to a new one-bedroom apartment. A few years later, my mother became pregnant with my first brother, and we searched for a two-bedroom apartment. Quickly, the doors closed on the hope I was clinging to of getting my old life back. I felt jealousy toward my younger siblings because they became my parents' priority and I longed for the days of my mother's undivided attention.

Being a single parent is a difficult and stress filled task, but imagine being a single mother during the age of Puritanism, where even the thought of sex without going through the process of marriage first, was considered a sin that relegated even the highest of nobles to satan status. In Nathaniel Hawthorne’s novel, Hester Prynne is selected for this demanding role, and from the start nothing goes smoothly for the heroine. Though Hester herself is in fact married,she found herself falling for her local reverend, Arthur Dimmesdale, who held a mutual devotion to Hester as she did him. In the midst of their passion little baby Pearl was born, and Hester, whose husband has been missing for years, was forced into isolation in the woods for

Narrative of the self I recall when I was younger I was insistent on helping my mum and dad look after my two brothers. This could be because I’m the eldest of three. I am a daughter and sister. My youngest brother was born with congenital heart disease when I was

Growing up, there was always a commotion around my house. I grew up with two older brothers that could win a medal for making noise. Despite their uncanny ability to annoy me, I still am very appreciative that I have them. My brothers have been so helpful and have taken care of me my whole life. They have been great examples to me and have taught me so much about life. It’s nice having someone who looks out for you no matter what. They are my lifelong friends that I grew up with just a bedroom away. There are so many inside jokes and we always have a ton of fun, even when we are just hanging around the house. I feel like growing up without them I wouldn’t be the person I am today. Brothers and sisters can have a huge impact on the type of person we grow up to be. I have many friends that are only children, so this makes me wonder- What is it like to be an only child?