"When talking about children, you can divide them in two groups:
I, for one, am part of the latter group.
Trust me when I say that I know what I’m talking about. I’m part of a family with thirty children, me included. No, am not talking about the ‘brothers, sisters, parents, me, cousins, uncles, aunts and grandparents’ ‘family’. Heck, we’d be able to easily get over a hundred with merely my father’s side of that ‘family’. I’m talking about just the brothers-sisters-parents-me part.
Honestly, I am one of the few people with a room of my own in my family, you have just about no time or space of your own, and a privacy of zero.
Alright, we live on a farm, and our house might make you want to scream “GIGANTIC”, but that doesn’t change a thing. I am surprised I can even sleep at night, as my room lies between those of two of the noisiest pairs of twins you could ever come across.
Another thing is the great variety of likings and personalities. Every year, twice in each twelve months, one week before Christmas and the first day of summer, I find myself in our large living room, surrounded by my siblings. Then, my father asks that one fatal question:
“Where shall we go to on vacation?”
Never, ever, ask a family like mine such a thing. Really, ideas, comments on ideas, comments on comments on ideas and toys fly through the air. The many voices yelling almost make you feel like you are in a storm, and the many feet running around create earthquakes sensible even for the people living in China. Meanwhile, all the twins, triplets and whatever-you-call-a-pair-of-four-children-born-on-the-same-day-from-the-same-mother take turns hitting their eldest brother on his head, not only making his headache all the worse, but also making his day like such a torture the devil himself would be jealous of it.
So do your first child a favour and don’t start a large family. Really.
Sincerely,
I."
Edited by Morphman on May 12, 2006 at 19:22:52.
Edited by Morphman on May 14, 2006 at 20:29:59.