My sister and my brother, of whom I have not spoken before, were considerably older than I; it seemed almost as if we belonged to different generations.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
From a young age, I wanted to differentiate myself from my older siblings.
I was the youngest of six kids, and my brothers and sisters were kind of a lot older than me. And the one sister that was, like, in a close age range - she was five years older than me. She was my closest sister in age, and she was a loser.
During my childhood, I felt older than my years because I felt responsible for my brothers and sisters.
I have two older sisters; I'm the youngest.
My brother and sister are both older than I am and were born before my father went off to World War I.
I do have an older brother! But you know, he and I have always gotten along. We've always had different aspirations.
I couldn't really relate much to my younger sister, because she was born in 1992, and I was born in 1986. And then my older sister, we just didn't get on that much. Although we bonded over hating our stepdad.
I come from a massive family, and the youngest is twentysomething years younger than I am, so I grew up with children.
My siblings were a bit younger than me, and I was always entertaining them and making up stories.
My brother arrived some months after my father left. Um, and he ah, was thus eight years younger than me and it was um, you know, it was such a time that my mother probably had people wondering was it his.