I spent 2 of my high school years in Carbondale, Colorado. It was beautiful. But, that is another post for another day. Anyway, on a flight from Denver to Los Angeles, when I was about 15, I had a conversation with a woman who I will never forget. She talked to me about birth order and the significance it has on personality and life choices. Like me, she was the youngest child, and although she was probably about 30 years older than me, I found we had a lot of similar characteristics, and that we saw our older siblings in similar ways.
I was the youngest of 3. Continue reading “Coming in Last”