tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932428811042208612.post3726986419461553638..comments2024-03-28T08:42:09.694-04:00Comments on liberty and independence: TontoLiberty and In Dependencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14446658864824068397noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932428811042208612.post-16375814087676338672010-04-15T17:32:15.457-04:002010-04-15T17:32:15.457-04:00As the oldest of three boys, I of course cannot id...As the oldest of three boys, I of course cannot identify with your Second Born experience. :)<br /><br />I of course was the Crown Prince. All was expected of me and I (usually) delivered.<br /><br />My second brother, Isaac, was the classic Middle Child. <br /><br />My youngest brother, John, was the Family Pet. He was my Father's favorite, much to my chagrin.<br /><br />My parents raised us a little differently though. I especially remember one Christmas when I was ten years old. I wanted an electric train. I got one but my Mother told us it was for "all you boys to share." What’s this “share” crap? I was the oldest thus I deserved to get the WHOLE train first. Instead I got the engine and coal car, Isaac got the two middle cars, and John got the caboose. Of course none of us were happy and we only ran that darn thing a few time before each of us took off with our own section of the train. I don't know what ever became of that poor little electric train. It was a Lionel too. At least I got the engine that blew smoke, an apt metaphor for my life since that Christmas in 1951. <br /><br />Thanks for giving me the subject of a future blog posting. :)<br /><br />RonRonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11161930319264523497noreply@blogger.com