Being An Only Child

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In those moments of being kids we had our full lives ahead of us. No fears. No responsibilities. No doubt. no self-confidence issues and Not a care in the world. I wish I could rewind my life to my childhood just for that sense of innocence. From when I was a child til this present day I often ask myself what it would be like to be an only child. I wonder if my life would be any different or if I would have grown up differently. My mum is an only child, so I often ask her what it was like growing up. I imagine she had all the attention she wanted and how peaceful and calm her life was. I so wish for a life of bliss and amicable. However, I could not envision my life without my family. I adore the feeling of that homely welcoming and the warmth…show more content…
My favourite and most memorable memory of growing up with my older sister Megan and younger brother Gary was Christmas at my grans. I will never forget that time. We were named the ‘terrible three’. It began when me, Megan and Gary where around my grans back building a snowman and having snowball fights, just the usual stuff you did as a kid. But, this time Megan thought it would be a good idea to play a trick on my mum. Megan was the one that was always up to mischief as a kid. I was made to go in to the garage and get a bucket and so I did. We filled the bucket up with snow and above the back door the was this very small ledge. Megan climbed up and we passed her the bucket, we slanted the bucket so the next person to open the back door it would fall and the snow would fall on them. However, our plan did go as smoothly as we hoped as when we shouted on my mum she opened the back door but instead of the snow just falling out the bucket fell too and hit her on the head. It was the funniest moment of my life by far. Just to see my mums face look so surprised was amazing. I often think back to this moment and wish I could do my childhood all over again just for these special moments. When I got to the age of 11 I thought my world had ended. The was no more ‘terrible three’. However, now that we are older, I feel that we have become closer…show more content…
Sharing a room with my sister was so terrible as she was so messy and loud. It was impossible to keep my room clean-messy was an understatement. Once I found a plate and a cup under her bed she was honestly so messy, you don’t understand. I wish I never had to experience what it was like to share a room with your sibling but now that I have, I have seen how unorganised and unhygienic. I remember those nights we used to stay up late and plan our futures of living in New York and working for a fashion magazine that only me and her knew. We also used to talk about plotting revenge on our other siblings. Looking back on these moments with my sister make me realise the true friendship we had. I have now realized that having a sister can be somewhat of an annoyance, for instance I can remember all the times my sister has made fun of me and manipulated me as we were growing up. But then again whose sister hasn’t done that to them? if your sister is anything like mine, she like to be the centre of attention no matter if it is your birthday or school
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