The kids in question being my parents great-grand-children, my sister’s grandchildren.
I have been estranged from my sister for a lifetime. With 6 years between us we did not have much in common as children. When I was 1, she was seven. When I was seven she was 13. When I was thirteen she left home to go to teacher training college.
On top of that we were chalk and cheese. She never stopped talking. I am quiet. I was interested in everything, providing it was active, creative or intelligent. She was interested in – talking. When I went to school I discovered other children were more like my sister – stupid, whiny, and talking non-stop garbage, than my parents, both rather quiet people but very intelligent, constructive and interesting. At 7 I had concluded that there is no peace in a house with children in it, and spent…
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