Poem: I am the youngest, I say words like "toungest". I love lolly pops, and think Santa used to be called "Jolly Pops". I am officially 8 years old, and vow myself to believe in gold, I wish I may I wish I might, be the oldest in sight.
This poem contributes to what it is like to be the youngest in the family. Getting picked on is much more easy, and, you are too little to watch PG13 movies. Although, I speculate the worst part is seeing an older sister or brother grow up much more faster while you think your growing up "The slowest ever". This isn't true, though. I, an 8 year old girl are the youngest in my family (I have an older brother) and my classmates don't find ways to pick on me because I'm so sensible and not old fashioned (I'm sometimes old fashioned). Although, my 13 year (Almost 14) old brother Joshua gets later bedtimes (Not all the time) and is nearly a foot taller. This may just mean I'm short, though. Also, I'm awfully worried about barely being 5 feet (My brother is about 5 feet) and I'm stuck with 4 since I was 6. Also, my friends feet can reach the ground in a chair while my feet, there about 2 inches above the ground. Sometimes I wish I had a baby brother or sister, but at this time it seems as if that won't be happening at least until I'm 14 and Joshua is 19. Also, originally Joshua was meant to be an only child, 'til Mom had me in Oakland, my fellow birth place. Joshua was only 5 in a half back then so he probably doesn't even remember. I don't know how my best friend Lindsay though has a little sister named Tootie (Tammy) and an older sister who's 19 right now. Maybe I'll stay youngest forever, maybe not. All my friends are older than me (Exept for Alana, who is nearly a year younger) and the oldest kid in class is a boy named Daniel with yellow (blonde) hair who is great with tools and artistic, he turns 9 before all of us.
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