oldest of my mom's six, one younger sister and four younger brothers (this explains a lot) and two older step sisters They were ten and eleven yrs. older then me so I was the oldest and then again not really. When you grow up in a large family you have lots of stories to share at gatherings. I realized the importance of this when my daughter said to me "but mom if I don't do anything wrong I won't have any stories to tell". I had to admit (to myself), she was right, but I just said "oh don't worry, just being part of this family will give you lots of stories to tell". Whew this raising kids thing makes you have to think on your feet, eh? ps she has her own stories now.
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