I’m the youngest of three, and I love being the youngest.  There were a few drawbacks (hand-me-downs and having to share a room.) but for the most part, it was pretty awesome.  I was a daddy’s girl and could charm just about anything out of him, but I was super tight with my mom, too.

My older brother is almost six years older than me, and as a child, I swore he walked on water. (Not so much, there were some interesting incidents – one in particular with a flare gun, but that’s another blog post) He did take me under his wing and I know that he’ll always be there for me.  (I remember when I was probably about 4 and scared of the dark, he’d let me sleep in his room.) I also remember him being a jerk though…Like in this story:

“Crys, come play He-Man and GI Joe’s with me!” My brother says, setting up Skelator’s castle.

“No.” I headed for my Fisher-Price kitchen.
“C’mon. It’ll be fun. I’ll play kitchen with you, after,” He grabbed GI Joe and set him next to the castle.

I considered. At about 6 years old, that seemed like a pretty good deal. “Okay!”  So I played GI Joes and He-Man (I was She-Ra, naturally) and afterwards, when the good guys killed the bad guys, I said, “Let’s play kitchen!”

I’ll never, ever forget this… He said “Later. But I never said WHEN later! Ha!”   I narrowed my eyes at him and said, “But you PROMISED.”

“Yeah, yeah,” my brother smirked.

I looked at him…and took a deep breath. And screamed at the top of my lungs.
My dad came running, and by then, I’d worked up tears and he said, “What happened?!”  I cried pitifully…and my brother got in trouble.

Ah, the joys of being the youngest and Daddy’s girl…I think I came out on top in this fight!

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