Why i love having so many brothers and sisters!

Now when ever i get the age old question tell us something interested about yourself i freeze. IM BORING AF, what makes me special. Then *POP* i remember i’m the oldest sibling of 6. Yep 6. I have three younger brothers and two younger sisters.

I share my mum and dad with my two eldest brothers.
Just my mum with my youngest brother
Just my dad with my sisters.

Confused yet?
Well that’s just the tip of the iceberg from that there are, parents, grandparents, my aunt & uncle and their two boys all the way over in the USA, there’s the mountain of fake family aunties i have, godparents, distant cousins and friends who are basically family too. It’s a big circle of family and i wouldn’t have it any other way.

Some of my most treasured memories. No wait i scratch that, most of my treasured memories are with my dumb brothers. Who will hate me for writing about them like they are angels. They aren’t don’t be fooled. I mean they are pretty good guys now, but growing up, im sure they must have had a dislike for how much i made them watch my dance performances in the living room, or hop the laptop we all shared. I GOTTA CHANGE MY MSN NAME SO LET ME ON . OMG MY FRIEND JUST GOT A WEBCAM I NEED TO GO ON.

My sisters, i remember when they were born. I was so excited…FINALLY sisters. Do you even know how long i have waited for this?! The fact they have always been so much younger than me too is my favourite thing. I’ve always been a mature kid, growing up, well i grew up pretty fast. However, i didn’t realise this until my oldest sister was born. I remember thinking she was a little angel. I have to make sure this human is always happy. I mean i was only 12 at the time. Not the thoughts of a genius but i still think the same now. So important none the less.

Growing up i cant remember arguing with my brothers or sisters. Mainly because mum wouldn’t let us, but also because we were genuinely happy. We all had hobbies, we all filled our time playing together. It’s so easy to spend 2 hours in the garden when there’s 4 of you. It is however annoying when your brother jumps off the top of the swing set and mum takes the whole thing down thinking we’ll hurt ourself. Or when you’re practising your violin outside because the family cant stand (how bad) you play in the house.

We used to live by a field so we would often go to the field to play football together. At one point we all played for a team, so this was fun. I’m not gonna say who but some members of the family were obviously better than others *cough* Jonny and Ash *cough* but thats fine, Ben and I could always just stand in the goal and let them take pride in constantly scoring.

Growing up the oldest really makes you aware of how to treat people i think. I became very protective of them all. I still am. I like to know what they are all doing, i like to know how school is, how their jobs are. I like to know where they are going at the weekend, heck we even share drunk stories and dating advice when needed. Well i mean not with my under18 year old sisters. That would be bad news.

Perhaps, this would be one of my favourite things about all my siblings, were not very secretive. Or at least, they aren’t to me. We pretty much always share our lives with each other. I know if the going gets tough for me i can call Jonny and he’ll tell me to shake it off, he’ll tell me to man up and get over it, Ashley will let me talk and talk and talk as he plays on the xbox and agree with how shit it is, and Ben, ben will offer solutions and try to make everything better. They are the perfect array of Good cop/Bad cop.

I know I don’t usually post like this but I’m just so excited to go home soon and see my family that I thought NOw was the perfect time to publish this.

Thanks for reading

Danielle x

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