For the first nine years of my life, I was an
only child. I have to say that I hated
being the only. Life was very lonely. I
had no one to play with during the long days. My mother didn’t let me play with
the neighborhood kids very often. I
delighted in going out to Glen Lake to be with the older Butts kids. I loved
all the activity of the five children. I
was three years younger then their youngest, so that could be difficult at
times. I also loved when my dad did things with Big Dale. His son and I went on all sorts of
adventures.
When my baby sister arrived, my plight didn’t
change. Well, I became busier changing
her diapers and watching her. This
wasn’t the answer to my loneliness. My daydream for more siblings continued. I would love to have a few more siblings
between my sister and I. The plus side is that I learned to tell stories in my
head to keep me occupied. I also learned
the love of reading. Still, I would love to have the holidays filled with tons
of siblings, their spouses, and lots of nieces and nephews.
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