My Siblings…

I am the fourth out of five kids. Three older brothers, Donald, Daniel, and Douglas; and one younger sister, Kassidy. I am thankful that my mom fostered children and my dad wanted a huge family or else I might have never met my brothers. Yes, the boys are adopted, but are not less valued or loved, they are my family and that it that.

Growing up we had our favorite siblings, as you well know that I did not treat my sister very well, so I resorted to hanging with the boys. I tried to prove myself and do things that my sister would not. I recall one story that involves a trampoline, my brothers, my cousin Cody, and me in the middle. You can imagine how this went. I can’t remember how old I was, but the boys asked Kassy and I to sit in the middle of the trampoline, criss-cross apple sauce, and let them jump around us to see how high they could toss us in the air. Naturally Kassy refused, being the wise one that she is. I was not. Sooo…. I got in the middle and let the velocity of their jumps throw me into the sky. My enjoyment and smile was short lived do to my knee colliding with one of the boys shins. I guess the good that came out of the situation is that the boys were impressed with my courage. Actually it is probably because I did not blame them for what happened and therefore they did not get in trouble.

I have tons of memories and stories of growing up which will be spilled in time. For a better glimpse into the lives of us five kids follow me on social media and enjoy the highlights!