Siblinghood

"I was the fourth, and I’m still looking for an explanation…"

Heh. I was 4th out of 5, and #5 was a girl, six years younger than me, so unlike with my older siblings, I couldn't tease and beat up on the next one down. I tended to catch it from both directions.

Not only does #4 not get the hunting trips with grampaw, life tips from mom & dad, or whatever else that the oldest kids got (new clothes & toys, not hand-me-downs), not only did elders and teachers treat me like I was the troublemaker my older brothers were, but Mom still talks about things she says I said or did, and I have to say, no, that was my brother - even happened again on Mother's Day.

Good thing I'm in my seventh decade and don't have to care about any of that anymore. :roll: