Being a third born out of four was really really hard. i had a two sisters who took the first and second position and there was my brother and i. For me sharing was a must i mean my little bro would pick fights with me leave a love the two. sometimes i used to get caught up by the second and last born and most of the time i had no one to defend me.Not because i couldn't it's because i was really shy and scared. I had to learn how to balance this two devils. Well the first born was always busy and plus she was already a teenage so most the time she wasn't around, probably boys and hungs with girls. Anyway, i had to learn to cope with the situation God and my parents put me in. That meant my toys were my brothers' and and my sister's duties especially house chores was ours. occasionally i used to get caught up with one or both of them and it would end up with them beating me up or one of them. My dad was not a kind of guy who would understand he was a very "black-ish man". By that I meant he would solve any dispute among his kids with a good belt on everyone's butt. Not a clever way i know but some how he made order at home. if you ask me I'm always scared of him i just turned 19yrs and he still gives me chills when he ask where i have been the whole day.