I Came Across a Few Splinters, As I Slid down the Banister of Life...

This is a story about a youngster growing up. It's narrated by him, concentrating on the important points he encountered. I grew up in a family of 4 children and I was the oldest son. I've always wondered what it would be like to grow up as the youngest boy in a family. I decided to write this story from that point of view, concentrating on the first young years, from about the time my character could remember, how his wisdom was augmented by adults and his older siblings. It's a tight...
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This is a story about a youngster growing up. It's narrated by him, concentrating on the important points he encountered. I grew up in a family of 4 children and I was the oldest son. I've always wondered what it would be like to grow up as the youngest boy in a family. I decided to write this story from that point of view, concentrating on the first young years, from about the time my character could remember, how his wisdom was augmented by adults and his older siblings. It's a tight family circle story. That's the plot of the story culminating in his adulthood. Over the years, I'd collected hundreds of jokes and funny stories and I used a few of these jokes and stories to enhance the life of the fictitious youngster. I had many hours of laughter, integrating all the jokes and funny stories I'd collected to produce this story line.