I dreamt that I overheard my mom say, quite casually, that she’d given birth to three boys before she had me. When I confronted her, very upset, she said that she had been very young and given them up for adoption.
I don’t know what was stranger about this dream – how painfully upset I was, or the fact that my dream-mother had three accidental pregnancies before the age of 23 (when she met my father).
The other day I was thinking about ways in which it would have been nice to have an older brother. But three? God help me. I’d make a horrible middle child.
garish & tweed 
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August 30, 2005 at 1:15 pm
G. D. Aiello
I don’t think it’s a fluke that all of us friends at church are older children (we seemed to divide up in groups of older/seconds/thirds…).
W/ you, me, Katie L, Katie M (even tho she hung with seconds for a while. She graduated), bronwen, and Marianna… Annie. Also – have you noticed that we’re all a little bossy?
August 30, 2005 at 7:00 pm
BabelBabe
I am a middle, and it’s horrible. be glad she gave them up for adoption : )
August 30, 2005 at 11:26 pm
tuckova
i have often wanted an older sibling. i’ve wanted somebody to tell me what to doooooo. but only if they were right.
and i’ve enjoyed MOST of the time the independence and stubbornness and adventurous stuff that comes with being oldest.
what would be great is if some brilliant, previously adopted person would appear suddenly, with all the good older sibling traits (like, good advice) and none of the bossing.
but if the advice was bad or the bossing severe, then i could say, “wow, no wonder they gave you up!”
August 30, 2005 at 11:52 pm
Jess
I want exactly the same kind of older sibling, Anne. To grow up as an oldest but learn from someone else’s experience.
I agree, Gena – there’s a reason us oldests have banded together. I’d say 80% of my friends are oldests.