I'm the only girl after 7 boys. They were gonna keep trying till they got me.
Yes, I'm the favorite and it's made me the narcissistic, self imploding, meddling person I am today.
I remember sneaking into my brothers room in the middle of the night and taking his bike. Never forget the rush of cold air on my face when I opened the front door and went joy riding. When I got back..my brother was sitting on the couch with tears in his eyes..I look up and see my dad with a belt in his hand..he ran to me and said "THANK GOD YOU'RE OK"
Bro got his bike taken cuz I took it out his room and 'almost risked my life.'
Joyride was fun tho
I'm not even gonna act like I don't know why most of my brothers hate to even deal with me till this day
edit: That one time I snuck to the top of the fridge and ate all the powdered donuts. Dad lined up everybody getting a whooping and I was in the bed with my momma with a donut clenched in my hand, powder all over my pajamas and a
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) on my little face
Damn my childhood was lit