Your siblings
Aug. 23rd, 2010 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jedusorDay 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – Your music
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your hobbies
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A precious item
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – An inspiration
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – Your mode of transportation
Day 14 – Where you live
Day 15 – Something you love about yourself
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – Your morning routine
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – Your sleeping habits
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 – Your aspirations
I didn't realize how complicated my family situation was until I had to explain it in French to my whole class when I was fifteen, and had to keep asking the teacher how to say things like "stepfather" and "half-brother" in French. Here's the sibling story: I have two full brothers, Clayton (16) and Cordell (22); one half-brother, Lincoln (6); a stepbrother, Avery, and a stepsister, Veronica.
I don't know Avery and Veronica's ages. I think they're something like 7 and 10? It didn't even occur to me to think of them as siblings until Cordell said something last year about having two sisters, and I honestly had no clue what he was talking about. Jeffrey adopted Jeanette's kids a while back, so I guess technically they count, but they've never felt like siblings to me in the slightest. They're sweet kids for the most part, though, and I don't mind being around them.
Linker is totally a sibling. I don't even think of him as a half-brother, usually. I have a very different relationship with him than with the older two, though, because of the age difference. I was fourteen when Lincoln was born. I changed his diapers when he was a baby, and took him on the bus with me to church when he was a toddler, and babysat him all the time; I'm more of an adult figure to him than a peer.
Cordell is two and a half years older than me. We grew up picking on each other constantly. When I was little, I never understood kids who said they loved their siblings--mine were nothing but unpleasantness until I was well into adolescence, and I'm sure I was the same to them. But after we stopped living together, things got better, and since he got back from Japan, we've actually gotten along really well. Turns out he's a pretty neat dude. He started teaching me about sines and cosines yesterday via AIM and an online whiteboard app.
Clayton is three and a half years younger than I am. We got along more when we were kids than Cord and I did, but things have still been better the last few years. I think about six months before I moved out, Clay realized he was about to be hurled into the same kind of teenage fun I'd been dealing with for a few years, and suddenly started being really nice to me. I didn't always deal with that stuff well, but at least I can tell him how not to do it. The poor kid's always kind of been trapped between the childhood extremes of me (reckless, headlong, constantly taking chances and getting in trouble) and Cord (who never did anything until he'd thought about it for three weeks, including taking out the garbage). Now Cord and I have both grown up and shifted toward the middle ground a bit, and we're not around anyway, so Clay has a little more breathing room to figure himself out.
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – Your music
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your hobbies
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A precious item
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – An inspiration
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – Your mode of transportation
Day 14 – Where you live
Day 15 – Something you love about yourself
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – Your morning routine
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – Your sleeping habits
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 – Your aspirations
I didn't realize how complicated my family situation was until I had to explain it in French to my whole class when I was fifteen, and had to keep asking the teacher how to say things like "stepfather" and "half-brother" in French. Here's the sibling story: I have two full brothers, Clayton (16) and Cordell (22); one half-brother, Lincoln (6); a stepbrother, Avery, and a stepsister, Veronica.
I don't know Avery and Veronica's ages. I think they're something like 7 and 10? It didn't even occur to me to think of them as siblings until Cordell said something last year about having two sisters, and I honestly had no clue what he was talking about. Jeffrey adopted Jeanette's kids a while back, so I guess technically they count, but they've never felt like siblings to me in the slightest. They're sweet kids for the most part, though, and I don't mind being around them.
Linker is totally a sibling. I don't even think of him as a half-brother, usually. I have a very different relationship with him than with the older two, though, because of the age difference. I was fourteen when Lincoln was born. I changed his diapers when he was a baby, and took him on the bus with me to church when he was a toddler, and babysat him all the time; I'm more of an adult figure to him than a peer.
Cordell is two and a half years older than me. We grew up picking on each other constantly. When I was little, I never understood kids who said they loved their siblings--mine were nothing but unpleasantness until I was well into adolescence, and I'm sure I was the same to them. But after we stopped living together, things got better, and since he got back from Japan, we've actually gotten along really well. Turns out he's a pretty neat dude. He started teaching me about sines and cosines yesterday via AIM and an online whiteboard app.
Clayton is three and a half years younger than I am. We got along more when we were kids than Cord and I did, but things have still been better the last few years. I think about six months before I moved out, Clay realized he was about to be hurled into the same kind of teenage fun I'd been dealing with for a few years, and suddenly started being really nice to me. I didn't always deal with that stuff well, but at least I can tell him how not to do it. The poor kid's always kind of been trapped between the childhood extremes of me (reckless, headlong, constantly taking chances and getting in trouble) and Cord (who never did anything until he'd thought about it for three weeks, including taking out the garbage). Now Cord and I have both grown up and shifted toward the middle ground a bit, and we're not around anyway, so Clay has a little more breathing room to figure himself out.
