I was a mid-life crisis for my parents. They were 40 and 41 when I entered into this world. My sister is 18 yrs older than me and my brother is 13 yrs older. I think my parents were so exhausted from them that I got away with pretty much anything. Being a preacher's daughter I was a hellion. Now that I'm 30 something and look back on it, it's amazing I survived my high school years.
I love that fact that my mom was huge pregnant with me at my sister's graduation. My sister was mortified. HAHAHA!!! But, she figured it would be fun to have a lil sister. I had lots of black hair when I was born, she gave me a bufont(sp?) hair cut at 6 WEEKS of age. My mom freaked out of course.
My brother was the one who would shut me in the closet and leave me there for hours (I'm claustrophobic to this day). Better yet, when his friend came over to play football, I was the football. My favorite, him waking me up at 4 in the morning telling me to hurry and get ready for school. Like a dumbass, I would get up and get dressed in my sleepy haze while he sat there laughing.
Being the youngest wasn't so bad. I learned to be a lil lady that can throw a punch like a guy.