Do Last Borns Really Enjoy?

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Okay. Let us go down the memory lane. Let us take a short trip back to our childhood days. What is your earliest memory? While some of us might be accurate about our age at that time, the day, and even the date, others just remember what happened at that time.

Childhood memories are the best. Childhood memories are sweet, nice, and lasting memories that’ll always put a smile on faces when we remember them. That is why adults will sometimes say “I wish I could go back to my childhood days”. Those were the days where we didn't care about paying electricity bill, fixing broken equipment, buying foodstuff and all. All we did was play, school work and have fun. So interesting, right?

The importance of a good childhood cannot be overemphasized, which is why parents have to do everything to make sure their kids enjoy their childhood. When a kid grow up in a bad environment (making his/her childhood bad) there's a high tendency that child will have a big problem socializing with people in future.

I had a hard time figuring out which memory to share. There are lots of things I’d like to talk about, but after a few minutes I finally decided on one. And as far as I can remember, the earliest one.

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I grew up in a family of 6 (including parents) and as faith would have it, I'm the last born in my family. I have 3 siblings (two girls and one boy). We lived in a decent house while growing up and we were always contented with what we had.

I grew up with both parents, and they weren't strict at all. My mom is the nicest and most understanding woman I ever know. She has never raised her hands to beat me. Well, I was a very gentle child. Unlike my elder brother, he was so stubborn that my mom once beat him every day for a week. It is quite surprising that he grew up to be a gentle guy.

“Oh you're the last born, you're really enjoying” growing up, people tell me this almost every day. And everytime I hear this I always feel.like punching that person in the face. Yeah it is cool that I have older siblings. For real, very cool. I can't count how many times they helped me with my assignments, played with me and did nice things, but one part of it was crazy.

RUNNING ERRANDS. I hated running errands so much. But the most annoying part of it was that I didn't have a choice. Yeah! That's how you know the previous borns don't really enjoy. My older siblings hated washing plates, so they always push me to do it. I used to wash plates more than 2 times a day.

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3 lazy elder siblings! They hated going out to buy things. And they didn't have to worry about it because I was always available for them. “Suffering” is a very strong word, but I think it is the most suitable word to use. My sibling made me suffer by using plates and running errands.

My dad is a businessman. He goes to work every day except Sunday. He leaves in the morning around 7am and comes back before 8 in the evening. So my dad was not always there to protect me. My mom also worked in a hospital, she was not always around. So it was just my sibling and I.

So on this fateful day, my dad decided to take a day off. I can't remember how old I was, but I remember I was still in elementary school at that time. It was a Saturday; a school-free day.

As usual, my house chore that day was to sweep the compound. I had plans to play afterwards. Big plans. I did it very quickly and in no time I was done with it. My siblings on the other hand were still on their beds; chatting and gisting.

When it was time for them to do their house chores, they pushed me to it as usual. But that day, I wasn’t going to have it. I made up my mind not to wash plates that day.

They warned me twice (shouted on me to wash the plates), but I refused and ran to my dad. I explained everything to him. My dad hated when my siblings beat/made me do their chores. He got up angrily and went to them. He didn’t only make them wash the plates, he also made them do other chores; they arranged all the clothes in the house and changed the sitting room’s setting. When they finished everything, their faces could tell how angry they were. I knew I’d be in big trouble later, but I was happy because I didn’t wash plates or run errands throughout that day.

The next day was a Sunday. My parents go for church programs every Sunday. That was the day my siblings gave me the beating of my life. The three of them planned to show me who the bosses are and why I shouldn’t have messed with them.

I cried my eyes out that day until my mom came back. Of course, my mom supported me and shouted at my siblings.

The next day, they didn’t remind me before I washed the plates.