Youngest VS Oldest VS Middle Child

I was inspired by this book I read in 3rd grade

Being the middle child, I found myself stranded in a limbo. At the median of all subjects and activities. The youngest, my sister lauren, gets aid, the oldest, my brother Noah, knows it thoroughly or does well and there's me at the center with neither much knowledge or help. For example, at a crowded concert, the youngest gets lifted up for a view. My brother rises up with his immense height and I’m left at the bottom staring at the backs of those around me. Even if my parents decided to 

grant my wish and help me, it just wouldn’t work. You can’t half help someone and you don't want to overload. In this scenario, the aid is lifting the other up. But being nearly 100 pounds, I don’t see anyone doing that. And even if the helper had been going to the gym for the past 3 years and does succeed in giving you the view you had been wanting. Your parent will in the end lead you to your doom. Going back to what I said earlier, you can’t half help and don’t want to overload. Overloading will send your child up, sending him into the clouds for the ultimate view, but don’t celebrate. The next thing you know, your father is tipping over, sending you and himself into the crowd knocking everyone over in a domino effect. Ruining the musicians surfing. Or your parent attempts to “half help” and is crouched down on the Cement trying to find the most comfortable position, but then loses balance while shifting and…. You know the story. But looking at the benefits of the youngest and oldest, it may not always seem great. Yes, the youngest is helped and given attention, but is actually babied. The constantly optimistic mother may be quite annoying and will close certain doors in an attempt to “protect you”. The older may be great at everything, but is forced to and is given too much responsibility. Not reaching the standards of your parents can lead to a load of scolding. Sometimes balance is best, but truly this only happens at a certain age, ranging from 5 to 11 years old. Everyone was babied, lectured, given help, had overwhelming expectations and has been finally able to watch their favorite band, The Beatles rocking out. But in the end, I would choose to be oldest and finally get revenge on my brother.

How my brothers shaped who I am today

I have always been a girl who loves fashion, shoes, and hair and I haven't been hiding it. I used to run around in tutus and sneak into my moms closet to try her shoes on. Growing up with two older brothers though, has changed me tons. I still love fashion and hair, but I've become so competetive, that everything has some type of happy balance. I'm basically the definition of the best of both worlds. Keeping that in mind, let's continue on. I remember being about 5 and my two older brothers were best friends. I would look out my window and see my two older brothers playing soccer and shooting goals on each other. I had just got these new gorgeous gold earrings, and I loved them so much, however I really wanted to hangout with my brothers. I walked outside and asked my brothers if I could play with them, and they hastily said: “yes, but you’re in goal.” Let me just tell you, my brothers are legitimate soccer players. Imagine a little curly headed girl, wearing a pink dress with flowers on it, standing in a soccer goal with two huge middle schoolers kicking soccer balls at her and just like you'd imagine, it didn't go too well. Eventually, my brother kicked a soccer ball at my head, causing one of my beautiful new earrings to fall into the grass. I searched for hours, with no help from my brothers at all, and never found them. Don’t get me wrong, I love having older brothers. I know they are always there to help me, but sometimes I wish I had a sister. How my brothers shaped who I am today.

I also happen to be the youngest sibling, and hear nonstop from my brothers “you got this before me,” or “you have everything so easy because you’re the youngest.” Right now, my brothers are both in high school, while I’m in middle school. I miss out on tons of family movie sessions, because “the movie’s too mature for me.” It’s kind of hard for me still to feel like I’m not part of the family because I miss out on stuff because I’m too young to do something. As I’ve gotten older, it’s become easier for me to fit in. One of my brothers is going to college soon, so lately it’s been easier because it’s all sinking in for him that he’s leaving in less than 6 months. Being a younger sister is hard, but it’s ok because I’ve learned how to get the most out of it, and right now, it’s ok. I love my brothers so much, and I think I’ve really become a better person because of being the youngest. For me, having older brothers made me the tough girl I am today. Without them constantly pulling my curly hair, I never would’ve learned to be fiesty and fight back. I’m a super competitive person, but I also love to go shopping and sleep all day. My brothers have made me the fiesty, lazy, insane, girly, and loving person I am today.

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Family of black belts

"Ayea, Ayea I yelled as I kicked and punched the training dummies!" I was 6 years old living in sunny California with palm tress everywhere. I learnt martial arts. When we moved to Portland, Oregon later that year in February.
My mom wanted me to start learning martial arts or taekwondo so we found a dojo near out house. My mom used to sit and wait for my classes to get over and decided she would join too she dragged my dad into it. I was a year advanced of them but we could go to some classes together.  I went there three times a week. I was a very serious kid back then and wanted to be like the other black belts. I got my yellow belt, then my next belt and 2 years later I got my poom belt which is the belt before black belt. I worked very hard that year and was scared I would fail my black belt test.

I tested when I was ten years old and got my black belt. My parents got their's the following year. I was sitting watching them while testing and remembered me when I was 10 years old. Its really cool to have your whole family be black belts. In the summers I used to teach classes my dad would drop me off at three and pick me up at six and we would all do class together and go home. Doing that helped me learn responsibility and how to act around kids. I had to stop in 6th grade when the school became a little harder and sometimes regret that now. I am really glad that I am a black belt and my family are black belts too.