Back of the Line
In the way back of our white Acura are my twin brother Peter and I. The car we always use when the entire family is going somewhere together. We are trying to figure out where to go dinner as it always an argument. My two older brothers Barney and Jack and older sister Sarah are in the middle row while my mom is in shot gun and my dad is operating the vehicle with one hand on the wheel and the other controlling the radio. The argument is continuing as we can’t figure out where to go. Peter and I both yell out “Applebee’s” or “Hibachi”. We wait for a response and notice we never get one. We both look at each other noticing no one even recognized our suggestions. It didn’t really bother us as we figured we weren’t going to be able to pick where we were going unless it was our birthday or a special event. Being patient helped me out a lot.
It was a good trait to be patient as I was always complimented on it by adults. I was never the first one to stand up to get in line for class or run to get the back of the bus. I took whatever I could get and whenever I could get the backseat I was always delighted. There were others times such as when the grass started growing and It had to be cut it was either me or Peter going out there first because we don’t have any say of the rotation. Peter and I would just do it without making a scene because I knew my parents had more to deal with then over an idiotic argument. Peter and I matured faster than all our friends always being the ones who make the plans or be the brains behind an operation. Another way it was good to inherit this trait was whenever I had to stand in a long line anywhere, but mainly at amusement parks. Most people around me would be getting frustrated watching people go on the rides and getting jealous that it’s not them on the roller coaster. Being patient at amusement parks saved me because I was able to stand in any line no matter the wait and was eventually able to go on all the rides I wanted like boulder dash at Lake Compounce, the wait would usually be over forty minutes, but we didn’t mind. If just the kids went out to dinner I would actually have zero say in where we went because that was up to whoever was handling the money, which was never me.
In a family of seven, it is extremely hard to get the exact thing you want. You have to come to a compromise with everyone so no one is mad with the decision made by a single person. Everyone is saying what they want and being the one of the youngest surely doesn’t help. I came to the fact that not getting what I wanted didn’t mean that my parents loved me any less then another one of my siblings. It meant that they were trying their best to cooperate with everyone’s needs. Learning this has helped me throughout life in many ways and I am forever grateful to live with such a big family. The lessons I learned are lifelong.