Personal Statement: The Youngest Child
College Entrance Essay: The Youngest Child
It has been said that the youngest child is the child that has it the easiest among the parents. The parent places all the responsibilities and hopes on the oldest; the middle child is not even noticed by the parents; and the youngest gets all the love and attention of the parents. The youngest is spoiled. The youngest can do anything he wants. I am the youngest child in my family, and I do not feel spoiled or lucky. I have always lived in a competition with my two older sisters, Mona Keo, who is three years older than me, and Siti Keo, who is two years older than me.
My earliest recollection of this was when we were learning how to ride our bikes. Our parents bought each of us bikes. I had a bright new blue bike that said BMX on it. My sisters had their “girly” bikes, a pink one for Mona and a purple one for Siti. My dad spent the entire day teaching my sisters how to ride their bikes. It was long and hard but he succeeded in teaching them. But me, I was left to ride my two-wheeler with training wheels. I was “not ready” to ride my bike like everyone else. I felt left out; I wanted to be like my sisters. Every time they went around riding, I could not keep up with their two-wheelers and had to come home. I begged my dad to take off the training wheels, that day came a few months later. Once the training wheels were off, I spent only an hour or two learning how to ride a two-wheeler. I was so happy! I could finally keep up with my sisters, but I could not resist gloating. It had taken my dad an entire day to teach my sisters and me, their younger brother, only a few hours! Thus, the competition between my sisters and I began.
The sense of competition that I feel is why it has been so hard being the youngest child. My sisters have done so many things in their 18 years on the planet, and I feel as if I have to match, if not beat them. Because the expectations that my parents...