My Experience In My Life

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

Alison and Alice, they were born nearly ten years after my first two siblings. Alison, was sixteen and was the Queen B of her year and she suited her title. She was the athlete, dancer, peppy girl who could use her power for good and bad but worst of all since she was my parents first daughter she's always had a silent soft spot for her even she does something bad they go easy on her. Alice was the quiet, shy type who liked rollerskating and art and most importantly peace and quiet. Did I mention arguing with each other and creating a hurricane was regularly occurs because of these two opposite world's colliding

Experiencing my younger siblings has taught me to care for others and not only myself. I hope they look up to me and don’t see me as an egocentric person. Gawaine only cares about himself, but I try to keep others in mind and not just focus on

The next couple of years were essential to the growth of our friendship and bond that we formed as siblings. From helping with homework to baking together, my siblings and I formed an unbreakable bond. Following many years of support, I finally understood the meaning of family; they are one unit and travel as one. If there is ever an obstacle for one member, everyone has to endure it. Travel forward to present time, I love both David and Alysa with open arms. Both of them have enlightened and opened doors to new perspectives into the world of love and stability that any brother has to endure. As they reach to me for support, I always make sure to provide both David and Alysa with advice and countless paths to

As the oldest of three siblings, I have had to do many things for myself that my younger brother and sister had done for them. For example, I had to fend for myself in attempting to obtain a driver’s license even paying someone to teach me to drive and take me to the exam, while my siblings had help from my mother in all aspects of the process. Also, the loss of my father has resulted in conflicts with the remaining parent, my mother. These conflicts were the result of economic struggle and disagreements about how to spend the monetary benefits left from my father’s passing. The position in my family as first‐born combined with the conflicts in my family, have led to life‐changing decisions such where to live, and what careers to pursue.

Many people who know me know that I am a triplet. Yes, a triplet one of two boys and one girl. Fortunately for everyone, we are not identical. Growing up we where the A-team. If one of us did not get what we wanted the other two would throw a fit, we had each other’s back. We had our own language that not even a translator could translate, if one of us caused a scene in class the other two did as well. Being one of three meant that we experienced every new experience together, without any older siblings to give us advice; we had to figure out the hardships of life for ourselves. We each teach each other through the mistakes and accomplishments we made along the way. Many think that being a triplet is cool, awesome, and above all the least bit

On March 1st, 2000 Brett and Bryce Brinning welcomed a beautiful baby sister to their crew of sibling mayhem. Although Brett and Bryce have two very different personalities, they shared several common interests like video games, hunting, and building minimodels of large complex structures. It seemed that they could always overcome their different personalities while bonding over their interests and stirring up trouble together. Until the day I, Breanna, their little sister entered the family stirring up more trouble than the two brothers together. As time went on our difference became the reasons we depended on eachother.

As Clara Ortega once said, “To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers & Sisters. We all know each other as we always were.” The presence of a sibling in one's life is worth more than words could convey. Siblings are the ones who you count on to stand over you when the world knocks you down. They are the ones who are expected to protect and care for you when you can't find it possible to do so yourself.

I have been a sister all of my life, from when I walked my first steps, to when I drove for a car the first time. When those things happened, my brothers were there. They were there to help me up when I fell down, they were there to scream in the back seats while I drove them for the first time. But they didn’t always help me, they didn’t always care if I fell down, they wanted me to get up on my own. They would even push me down, to see if I could get back up. But I now realize, all those times they pushed me, pulled me, and shoved me down, I became the person I am today. I am able to defend myself, I am able to stand up for what I believe in (because of all the arguments), and I am able get back up, when everyone else is down.

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

An important part of every humans life is having something they believe in. Having something to care about is essential for people to reach their full potential in life. People need a special person in their life, or a great job that sparks passion in them to bring them happiness. There are many of these types of passions in my life but to better understand who I am, there isn't just one, there are three people who have shaped the young adult I am today. My two little sisters and my little brother. However they aren't exactly normal siblings, they were given to us by the City of Cincinnati for temporary care, while their mothers tried to recover from heroin addiction and battled in court to explain why their child was hospitalized because of a lack of food.

I care for my younger siblings, often driving them to lessons, and help my parents with the chores. My dedication to these commitments reflects my love and admiration for my family members. Since I am the eldest child, I have the opportunity to see my two younger siblings grow and develop. I watch my 10-year-old sister surmount new spelling words and learn algebra. I watch her become smarter and cleverer at a faster pace than me. I watch my 14-year-old brother learn the ropes of high school and practice the piano for hours until he is able to perfect his music. My younger siblings teach me that there is no limit to passion. My parents teach me valuable lessons too. My parents are physicians and have worked hard to reach where they are now. As well-educated as they are, they have not stopped learning and push themselves into challenging environments. My family motivates me to pursue my dreams and always keep

I come from a four-person family. My mom and dad have always been in my life therefore they are the people who raised me. After seeing my parents have a successful marriage, it has influenced me to want the same thing in life and having my first marriage be my last. I have an older sister who is 23. While growing up, me and my sister had a very close relationship. As we grew up, we started to drift apart. I learned a lot from being the youngest child. While being 3 years younger than my sister Taylor, watching her grow up and deal with situations taught me many personal life lessons. Watching her grow up taught me the good and bad things in life and helped me follow the right path. While going through school, I already knew what to expect when it came to the class description and the teacher just by having my sister go through it just a couple years before me. Even though being the younger sister, my whole life is all I know, I couldn’t imagine

Growing up I was an only child, but I remember always wishing that I had an older sibling or was born a twin or that maybe someday I would be a big sister myself. My Aunt Sherry lived close by while my cousin Morgan, who is eight months older than I, and myself grew up and we were extremely close;, she still feels more like my younger but older sister to this day. When we were five and six years old my Aunt Sherry had fraternal twins, a girl and a boy, Macey and Collin. Now I felt that I had three siblings. Come the third grade, when Morgan and I were eight and nine years old, my Aunt Sherry moved to Indiana taking my cousins with her. I had never wanted siblings as much as I did at this point.

I have 3 siblings; two brothers and one sister. My sister “Isha-27”, Little brother “Ishmael-10”, and my older brother “I.B-18”, we all grew up and spent the most of our lives with each other. I think I’ve always known that I was a little different from my brothers and my sister, but it's okay because we are all different in many ways. Now my story on how it's like living with 3 siblings with personalities are all different and how we all like certain things but we all manage to live together in harmony , my older brother is more into sports and my little brother is more into video games; my sister is more into reading a writing and more i'm more into math and science. At times it gets extremely annoying living with them