Every time that something happened, I would find a way to pin the situation on my little sister. Well, I was walking my sister back to my house when I say a dog that I had gotten acquainted with a day or two before. I went to pet the dog, the dog jumped at me and bit a large piece of flesh from my arm. This Alaskan husky has never done anything like this before. Well, I was knocked back by the bite and backed of immediately. I walked back with my sister crying and holding my arm. Somehow my parent, and half of my neighbors, me!.
t me at the edge of the block and escorted me to my house. I was bleeding and my parent were asking me weird questions like what happened, how did it happen, where was Amanda at the time. I did the unspeakable, I lied, I told my parents that my sister had tried to pet the dog and I had pushed her out of the way in order too keep her from being bitten. My parents said that I was very brave and did not stop praising me to the hospital. I have scars from this, one on my arm and another on my conscience, I wasn't able to tell them the truth. I was afraid that they might look at me differently. Isn't it sad that in a time of great pain all I could do is think of myself? I sure think so.
"With parents less available to them than to first-borns, middle children seem to be more laid back in achievement and more relaxed," coagulated thoughts from a children's organization on development. Another way of looking at this is restating it into: "middle children tend to leave things that they loose interest and will refocus efforts on something more interesting." This is a no blessing by any means. Let's look at my homework. I am constantly multitasking in order to keep my interest. On an given day I am doing two or three things at the same time, it keeps my mind busy and busy is good. Busy is interesting. "It is more efficient to do one task at a time than to do many tasks over an exteneded time," my Dad.
