The drama of the only child
We noticed again at lunch that all four of us (Irina, Celia, Joe and I) were raised in homes where we were the only child--no brothers or sisters to be found anywhere. The cliche is that only children are spoiled but I don't think that applies to any of us. We all had slightly to seriously dysfunctional childhoods and none of us had the Barbie dream house (well, maybe Joe did). I think being an only child makes you more imaginative--you have to be because you're alone more than most. I remember wondering why anyone ever gave me board games to play because I didn't frequently have friends over and I didn't play Sorry with my parents; I would play the games with my pretend friends and I would always win because I was controlling all of the other invisible people's moves and could see their cards, etc. It's an advantage in some ways to grow up this way because it also forces you to be more imaginative and it made me into a big reader too. I told Celia and Irina tod...