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Personal Narrative: The End Of The Campbell Clan

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Five of five”, “the last member of the team”, “the end of the Campbell Clan”; that’s me. When you are the fifth of five boys, that’s what you hear. Along with the occasional “Were you hoping for a girl”? That one always makes my day.
But don’t get me wrong, growing up with five older brothers had its perks. Life was often like a ninja turtle birthday party, just without the cake. There was always somebody to play with, and always something going on. My house was the one where everybody wanted to play. Music was usually blaring, and instead of my friends’ Sesame Street tapes, it was my brother’s Eminem CD; or my brother’s rock band. I lapped up the glory! I won a dance contest at three, was the best soccer player at five, and was a

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