Personal Narrative: My Childhood Sibling

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When taking a look at my family, we look like the “average American family”. A mom and a dad who are the same age, married at 23, with their first born as a male and their second born as a daughter. We are Irish-Catholic, from a small area in Philadelphia. Once my parents had my brother and I, they moved us out of the city into a small town in South Jersey. Both of my parents have always worked 40 (sometimes more) hour weeks. Between the four of us, we really never had any life-changing situations. Looking back on my childhood, my community, my parent’s parenting styles, and the effects of being the younger sibling were definitely major factors of how I have developed and who I am today.
To begin, I feel as though my community played the biggest role of my development. I always joke with my parents about how I believe moving to Cinnaminson, New Jersey was the best parenting decision they have ever made. Cinnaminson is a small town along the Delaware River in South Jersey. My parents chose to move here because they wanted to move out of Philly and they wanted us to receive a better education. Cinnaminson
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My brother is six years older than me, I am 20 and he is turning 26 this year. We moved from Philly when he was in 5th grade. This was really hard for him because he had all of his friends already, so he was really pressured making new friends. He actually would fight with my parents when they would try to get him to do his homework or to get involved in sports and other activities. My mom says she remembers me, since the age of 5, always sitting next to him when he would be throwing a fit at the kitchen table (where we did our homework) and would be telling him “you can do it” and “do it for mom and dad”. When I started getting homework, my mom said she was amazed at how I would get home from school and not have to be told twice to get my homework

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