Story links are at the bottom of the page.
These are stories of growing up with the greatest people on Gods green earth (well.....next to Dylan that is..lol). I wrote them
to the best of my memory. These are some of the stories told on Christmas, Birthdays or any other gathering. We laugh as hard
hearing them today as we did last year....and the year before that. Who out there doesn't find our childhood fascinating, especially
if you have children of your own. You can't help but view your children's childhood and compare it to your own. I find it helps
explain the weird and down right mind boggling things they sometimes do, want or talk about. In my family it's all stems from
the fact that Kim was first. She's to blame here.
Now before you judge me as being unfair, hear me out first and them tell me I'm wrong. I dare ya. lol Kim, my eldest sister
and oldest child, was of coarse first. First born, first to throw up on dad, first to go to school, first to learn to talk back, first to
date, first to drive, first to move out, first in the training of my parents in other words. She molded them with her behavior.
They didn't have a clue as to what child rearing was about, just like the rest of us who experience kids of our own for the first time.
The way we parent other kids is learned from that first child. You with me so far?? Good. lol
Now me being the scorned middle child who always had to settle for seconds or even sometimes thirds when the girls ganged up
on me, we're subject to the very rules that, in my case, my sister Kim had a direct and profound influence in shaping. Thereby
effecting the way I was raised. Now, with that agreed upon, who out there is going to tell me the way your own children are raised
has nothing to do with the way you yourself were raised?? Hmmmmm???? I rest my case. Tell me I'm wrong. Hahahaha!!!! Kim's
to blame. I told ya.
Ya know I still love ya Kim........ lol I'll be over to fix that fan soon.
