People have always automatically faulted me for being an only child. Whether they vocalized it or not, I could tell in their eyes that they were already forming opinions about me. Sure, being an only child has its perks but most of the time I find myself wishing that I had a younger brother or sister.
Car rides were especially lonely as a kid, not having anyone to pick a fight with or to swap stories with. I yearned for even the simplest of things. As I got older, I found it… Continue
Posted on January 31, 2011 at 9:11am — 1 Comment