I'm the oldest of two. I'm 14, Maddie is 9.
I agree with everyone who says they were the "experiment." I definitely am. When I was nine, I wasn't allowed to stay up until 10. I went to bed at 8. I wasn't allowed to watch shows like Degrassi. And I didn't get away with
everything.Honestly, I hate being the oldest. My mom works 12 hour shifts and her fiance just sits around all day, so I basically raise my sister. And you know what sucks? When my mom is home, I get in trouble for asking her to do something she should have done hours earlier.
A usual conversation;
Me: Maddie, put away your half of the dishes.
Maddie: Just a minute.
*an hour later*
Me: Maddie, dishes.
Maddie: You're not the boss of me!
Mom: Stop telling your sister what to do, you aren't the mother!
Really?
That's another thing; I never got away with "Just a minute." I got spanked if I didn't do what I was supposed to, or if I talked back to my mom or dad.
My sister is the favorite. She's the miracle child, because she survived cancer. I respect that and I love her to death, but it's not fair that she's favorited. My mom favors her, and my dad favors her when we go to his house.
She literally failed
every subject the last quarter of school, and most of the other quarters. I'm surprised she didn't get held back.
Her punishment? A week of no TV/computer, and she has to work on a few workbook pages each day of the summer.
I would get grounded for a month or more if I got a C. And when I get a B, it's always "You can do better."
And she is a complete brat.
It does have its perks though. I'm WAY more independent, and I'm, well, oldest.
I think I'm ranting now
But yeah. I hate being the oldest, for the most part.