Prompt: Undoubtedly you have had experiences that influenced your opinions and attitudes. Please select such an experience and give an account of it, describing its effects.
Being one of ten kids is rough, especially since I’m in the middle of the family. The term most commonly used for the middle child in such a huge family is “The forgotten child” and yes, it does exist. Being in the middle of the family has surprisingly taught me many things including how to accept who I am.
To make a long story short, I have nine siblings: four brothers and five sisters, four are younger and five are older. I’m nine years older than the youngest and nine years younger than the oldest, making me smack dab in the middle of the family. Ever since I started being the middle child, people started forgetting about me and I don’t appreciate that. At school, I didn’t know anyone and no one knew me. I only had a few friends which made high school pretty dull. At work, the managers would forget to send me on break or even know I was working. Usually it would range from 10 to 20 minutes, but sometimes it could be as long as an hour. And at home, it’s basically the same story, except when it comes to doing the chores.
It didn’t hit me how serious my situation was with my family until my high school years. I would find myself waiting for a ride after school only to find out that the ride wasn’t coming. This would occur about twice a week forcing me to walk home. Back in my freshman year of high school, I was part of the high school boys’ gymnastics team. Practice would start right after school at 3:30. Meanwhile I was at home waiting for a ride and it was about 3:20. At that time I figured that my ride wasn’t coming and there was no one at home to take me, so I had to take matters into my own hands and run to practice. Now at least I was killing two birds with one stone, making it to practice and warming up at the same time. Unfortunately I could only run for so long before I got ti View More »