Personal Narrative: Siblings

What causes sibling rivalry can be many different things. I know firsthand about sibling rivalry. I have a younger brother name Christian. He is seventeen and a junior in High school. We fight like cats and dogs. Even though he is six foot one, we still try to wrestle. When I come home from college on the weekends, my brother and I will go out and do something. Most of the times we go out to eat. Christian and I have a connection between the two of us that no matter where the other person is we will still fight with each other. Then we will be best friends the next day. No matter what we are doing, we both have our own opinions about things. However, coming from a divorced family puts a strain on my brothers and my relationship. Neither of us wants to hurt either of our parent’s feelings in anything we say or do. So instead of our fighting with our parents, my brother and I take it out of each other. There are three things that cause sibling rivalry. First off, fighting for the parent’s attention is something that happens with all siblings. Secondly, fighting with the other sibling. My brother and I fight all the time, but at the end of the day, we both love each other. The last thing that causes sibling rivalry is comparing one another.

If someone were to ever tell my younger self that I would one day be one of five siblings, I would have never believed them. Unquestionably, my siblings are an enormous part of who I am; aspiring me to become an intelligent and an affectionate human being. Life doesn't always hurl obstacles in your way, but when it does, it can turn out to be completely disparate and even fascinating from the original thought. At the ripe old age of eleven years old, I was expected to step up to the plate and take care of my new adopted siblings, David and Alysa. Countless responsibilities, circumstances, and a world of authority and gratitude have shaped me along the way due to that one event. Indeed, I am grateful that my parents went through with the adoption because even though I had an impact on my adopted siblings, they have propelled me to become an exceptional brother, son, friend, and student.

Have you ever had that feeling?That feeling where your life changes so much at once you think you are dreaming?I have!It wasn’t just the first day of school ,or something either.It was the first time I saw my sister!

Growing up I was not the luckiest person. My parents created me to fix their relationship, that did not work out of course. So obviously they got a divorce, but they got a divorce three days before my second birthday.

Being the oldest sibling you need to be more responsible. Needing to balance out the immaturity that your sibling may have, and because they are not as mature as you are you need to be the “bigger” person and be more responsible and take on the responsibilities of a mature older sibling. For instance, I was in the car with my two younger siblings. I’m sitting in the front seat while they are in the back. My younger brother started to kick my chair. When I ask him to stop he began to mimic me. Now being the oldest out of the two I had to be mature and handled the situations maturely. For one thing, I had to set a good example for my brother who is also setting an example for my younger sister, so that would mean that I’m dealing with setting an example for both my younger siblings not just my younger brother. Therefore, I didn’t turn around and mimic him back or yell at him.

I wasn’t there to see my siblings being born, but I was there when I got to visit them, and when my mom was pregnant, but wasn’t there for their birth. They aren’t twins, they are 4 years apart, if there was any confusion. When my nine year old sister was born, we were living in the state known as Texas. We only got to see her for a few minutes before we had to leave. When my mom was pregnant, I couldn’t wait to be a big sister, and that was a mistake, (she scares me). When my mom was pregnant with my five year brother, I was the one to know first, and she didn't tell us what gender, I just knew, she kept denying it, but I was the one who had that feeling that he was there, she never told me she was pregnant and I knew

At the time, my sister, Marsha, and I wanted to live in the small town we grew-up in; therefore, we resided with my Dad for several years. We were teenagers by then and realistically needed a great deal of discipline; unfortunately, for us, with Dad’s party side and being divorced, he remained gone the majority of the time. Unsupervised, like various other teens, we appeared at times unruly. Nearly all my relatives and the majority of the town looked on disapprovingly.

It was Mr. and Mrs. Abels’ room, since we had this room we put our bags in there and went off to lunch. Nacho, Eric and myself went off to the Lloyd Center. While at the Lloyd center we got a text from Gabie, she asked us if we were going to Frank’s Noodle House because she also wanted to go there. We said informed her that we were planning on going because Eric had heard it was a good place to eat. We waited about fifteen minutes for her to get to the Lloyd Center. We walked to the noodle house, on our arrival we were surprised on how big of a hipster atmosphere it had. Although both Eric and Gabie wanted to eat here, we decided to head out and go to the nearby Safeway. We passed by some homeless people and they actually called out to us which threw us off guard because homeless people in Salem don’t really talk to pedestrians. When we finally got to Safeway I wasn’t really feeling hungry, but decided to get some crappy Safeway Chinese food. I got Noodles and some General Tso Chicken. Gabie got some Potato Wedges and Nacho got ham. Eric had gotten some fried rice from Frank’s Noodle

The final bell peals as I tug my hood over my head and run through the halls. Rain pelts down outside the window, drowned out by the chatter of the other students. Usually, I’m not in a rush. But today’s storm is thick and loud. Dad will need help with the horses. Yes, I said horses. There aren’t many places where you can have horses literally living in your backyard. (Well, I mean, in the stables in your backyard.)Only in the smallest of towns does this happen. For example, Acorn Creek. The town that I live in. It’s called Acorn Creek because of the small river winding through the woods, as well as the multitude of oak trees. I mean, it’s not like we don’t have pine trees, but nobody gave those any credit. Hmph.

Leaving home and coming to college is a different experience for every individual. For some, it can be very difficult and others seamless. The transition of course has many different factors; where one goes to school, how far from home it is, if that person considers themselves a homebody or not, the list goes on. For my methods interview assignment I chose to examine a particular situation that not many incoming students find themselves in, coming to school with a sibling. For my interview I talked with first-year Greta Long about her experience joining her senior year brother at Pitzer College. While the phenomena of a “fresh start, new beginning” college experience looms over most people’s heads, I wanted to find out more about how sibling

The second sibling was born January twenty-third of 1988. 28 years later, he has graduated from high school, attempted college, and is married. Currently and still resides in El Paso, Tx with his family too. As he and his wife, moved out of their households to live with one another, as he and wife moved back in with our parents. They moved in not only because of financial reasons, but because our mom is doing well and is getting weaker. He has advanced himself, due to the fact that he started at an entry level position at his work and is not the head manager. As higher authorities have been sending him to major conferences in a couple of states around Texas. However, he has been really engaged with our mom, as I believe he still resides in

Growing up with my siblings was very challenging. I was the only girl with three brothers and we had plenty of fights growing up; in the meantime my mom was a single parent for a short time. We misbehaved, as far as not listening and not doing what we were told to do, therefore times had changed when my mom started dating my step-father, James. When James dated my mother, he was very understanding and helpful to her. As their relationship progressed, my youngest brother was born. James was very strict on us children, or at least we thought that he was mean, in the meantime James kept us in line, like any good father would do. There was a total of six of us in the family eventually, I was the chosen one who always had to do the cooking.

Have you ever done something bad and blamed it on your sibling, well I have. It was one Monday morning I was eating breakfast before school my sister Kaisie said something to me that made me as angry as a bull. I was always picked on by my sisters when I was little. When Kaisie left the kitchen and I was the only one in near distance I turned around with my spoon and I start scratching the wood windowsill. I carved a K, then an A, and so on. What happened was I carved Kaisie’s name on the windowsill. It was still brown and no one would notice it, so I got a red pen and colored it in. I dusted it off, threw out the evidence, and turned around to finish eating my toaster strudel. In the moment when I turned around and put my elbows on the table, it felt

I have always been mature for my age, growing up an only child kind of does that to you. I had to watch over my little cousins quite often and at that time in my life, I dreaded babysitting. The crying, the screaming, the tantrums; they annoyed me to no end. Olivia, being the youngest, would say, “your not the boss of me!” Umm, actually I am while your parents are away, so please just listen to what I ask of you. After two long years of babysitting, I had decided I really did not like kids, that I would never have any of my own. But when I turned fifteen, I regretted ever saying that, seeing as my family history was about to catch up to me.

We saw a man approach and asked if we wanted free candy. We knew our memes, so we said no. “Man, I guess I’ll give it to those other kids.” he said as he approached some other kids. “That guy was weird.” Andrew whispered so low dwarfs could hear it with a concerned look. “Come on, guys! Clearance section!” I said as Andrew and our quieter friend Justin followed. As we were looking we heard a “Look out!” from our friend Justin as the man from earlier grabbed me and said “Come on! Get some candy! It’s free!” “NO!” he said as he grabbed a vase and grimaced “ Listen, old man, I’m gonna count to ten and if I see you after I do, I… I’ll call the cops!” he exclaimed cowardly as the man laughed and still had me he tried to run with me in a headlock! “You asked for it!” Justin shouted as he threw the vase at the man and he ran. I was still trapped and punched him in the head. He let go and I ran faster than I’d ever ran.