As a child, we were all bound by the rule of loving parents. Many of which better prepared you for the world to come, and others to merely keep order. Often times, rules tend to change from child to child, as the parents become more experienced in parenthood. But how does that make the oldest child feel, when he sees his parents letting his brother or sister get away with things he would never have dreamed of getting away with when he was their age?
             Feelings of jealousy and anger flow through my mind when I see Lindsay , my younger sister, come in an hour after her curfew, and not a word of anger is uttered from my parents mouths as she walks nonchalantly to her room. Or when Ryan, my little brother, age 14, staying up till eleven o'clock on a school night, when just four years ago I was his age having to be in bed by ten.
             I remember being their age, doing things around the house just to help out, things I still do today. Watching my brother and sister getting mad and arguing with my parents because they had the nerve to ask them to do simple thing like load the dishwasher, or sweep the kitchen irritates me. Then I watch my parents just say, "the hell with it" and just do it their selves, or tell me to do it. The anger just builds knowing that if I did that when I was their age I would either be made to do it, or sent to my room, but they get off scott free.
             The one thing that absolutely infuriates me is that when I mention these things to my parents they dismiss it as being different. Excuses such as "she's a girl" or "girls have more of a social life than boys", or my favorite, "Life isn't always fare, so get used to it." And when I do bring these things up and tell them, I am yelled at, and told to let them to do the parenting, and that I will understand when I have children of my own. Well, I want to understand now! I'm not always the most patient...