I’m the oldest of three kids, and up until recently I had always complained about being the oldest. You know, the whole “I paved the road for you” sort of attitude towards my younger brother and sister. Looking back, I feel like I was actually the luckiest because out of the three of us I got to have the longest childhood, and my childhood was a great one. I got to believe in Santa the longest, or at least got to get presents from him the longest, got to search for Easter eggs the most times, and had to watch children’s movies until I was way older than my brother and sister. Not such a bad deal. Oh, and the best part of being the oldest? I was the first one who got to move out! Hey, I have a great family and a great life, but there’s nothing like a little independence, am I right??