Childhood In My Childhood

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Some mothers might disapprove of their child scribbling on the walls of their room. Other mothers, like my own, learn to eventually give in and buy washable writing utensils for their little ones. I was always the rambunctious, creative child of the family. Growing up with a “goody-good” older sister, my behavior was a bit of a surprise for my parents. My older sister, Jenny, was the golden child who would impress anyone who simply heard her speak. She excelled all her classes throughout elementary school and high school. My talents, on the other hand, consisted of drawing, arts and crafts, and making layouts for the yearbook and newspaper club. At one point in my life, I remember constantly being compared to my sister. “Why can’t you be more like Jenny?” This question became engraved in my head. I doubt people realize the affect these type of comparisons could have on a child. Luckily, my parents tried not to compare us often, but they were still guilty of doing it every once and awhile. After seeing how much attention she would get from family members and teachers, I wanted to...

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