Something I came across in my travels...

Middlechild with three sisters older and three younger

Here is one to my blog group friends. I am a middle child of six sisters. 7 girls! Maybe that is why my dad divorced my mother at a early age. And my family was poor. My older sister were the ones who taught me everything. I wore someone else's clothes all the way up to high school. You call those the clothes they grew out and you grew into. The only thing is kids at school remember those clothes your sisters wore. Teachers never remembered my name all the way up to graduation or school counselors. Sometimes, I wish I was a only child then again, I was glad I had my sisters. I am fifty now, I love my sisters. Some can still fit into my clothes. But I can't live with them.