Paper: A Reflection of Growing Up Into My Own Person

I am the youngest child in a family of three. Each child separated by about a three year difference. My sister and I are three years apart and my brother and J are six years apart. Being the youngest has its highs and its lows. Having two older siblings to look up to allowed me to subconsciously follow whatever they were doing. This resulted in similar traits shared by all three Barnhill children. It also meant that my first “friends” before pre-school were my siblings’ playdates at home. As a child I was always trying to be heard, always trying to act older so I could run with my siblings and their friends. This was viewed as a prerogative by my parents and I should be happy that my brother and sister so joyfully accepted me. Being the youngest is hard work, never being heard, never being old enough. There wasn't much I could do about being heard, but the problem of being too young (according to my brother), that is something I could work with. At age twelve I started working out, and acting “older”. Lifting weights made me stronger; or so I surmised. Listening to my parents gave me the extra freedom that most kids my age didn't have. When I went to sleepovers with my friends I would do things my friends wouldn't or couldn't do. High jinks and stunts of all kinds, I, in a way, became whimsical . I was never a trouble maker but I was good at doing things other kids couldn't, and I would of course show off every chance I got. That gave me the right of passage that I was looking for from the older boys. Now that I was hanging out with the older boys I wasn’t being treated as the callow younger brother. At the same time I still have my friends from school. These were my true friends but they weren’t on the same “level” as my brother and his friends. Sometimes if I hear my brother tell a slapstick joke, I would simulate it to my friends. Once I finished the joke I would get many “I don’t get it” or sometimes “That doesn’t even make sense!”. Fortunately, their humor has lent me a hand in my own endeavors. Stealing my sister’s jokes often results in uproarious laughter from my Classmates. Adventitiously, I found myself following my siblings less and less. I never intentionally tried to stray away from them. I found myself start to become my own person and be separated from my siblings. As both of them, and their friends, expedited my knowledge, I now detect that I’m growing to be my own person. Yet still noticeably identical to both of them in the best of ways. ...