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Everyone has a different childhood, so I can only relay what it was like for me growing up as an only child. Also, I've only ever been an only child, so it's hard to separate childhood-as-an-only-child from just childhood-in-general, but I've tried my best. Let's get started:
I learned very early on how to entertain myself. I'm often asked if I was lonely growing up without siblings. I really wasn't. Without siblings around to play with, I was forced to figure out ways to entertain myself. As a young child I enjoyed building things, usually with LEGOs, Lincoln Logs, things like that. I also liked to draw, even though I was never particularly good at it. As I got older, I became very interested in computers, which became something that could infinitely satiate my desire to build and learn.
I was, and still am, selfish in many ways. I was the only child around whining about X, Y or Z, which means that my needs and wants didn't have to compete with anyone else's. I never had to wait around to be picked up because a sibling was being picked up on the other side of town. I never had to go to something boring to show support for a brother or sister. As a child, we are annoyed by these things, but later on in life I think they lead to being considerate of other people. I'm so used to just doing what I want, whenever I want, that I sometimes fail to completely understand the impact or inconvenience on other people. For example, I've gone off on little side adventures during vacations, leaving people wondering what the plan for the day is, without consulting anyone, simply thinking I want to do X, so I'm going to do X. Never once did I think that other people might want to do the same thing or that they might be waiting for me because they're about to go someplace else I don't want to miss.
I never had to fight for my parents' attention. I never felt like I was competing with anyone or anything for my parents' attention. Whenever I needed to or wanted to talk about something, I had an attentive parent. As a result, I was always fully supported in my major interests. My dad coached my baseball and soccer teams. My mom helped run the food stand a the baseball park. Both of my parents helped me pursue computers and programming by giving me computers and making sure I had what I needed to learn.
Nevertheless, as a teenager, I was frustrated because I always had my parents' attention. As I mentioned earlier, I was comfortable being alone very early on. When this was combined with my teenage desire to be independent from my parents, it became very frustrating that I always had my parents' attention. I often felt smothered and there was never a break from it because there was never another sibling for them to fret over or distract them. My parents were never super overbearing, but because I was the only child in the house, I felt like I was always being watched.
My parents were often over-protective. From what I've observed, later siblings usually get more leeway than older siblings do. Parents, after the first few times around, figure out what children can actually handle at what ages and aren't as scared to let them make mistakes. My parents weren't terribly strict, but they often worried about me making mistakes, not because I was irresponsible or untrustworthy, but simply because I was the only child. I remember when I was 17 years old and in my senior year of high school, my mom decided to take a vacation to Hawaii and insisted that someone come over and essentially babysit me. She was worried that I wouldn't be able to feed myself without proper supervision. The truth is that I probably would've eaten very poorly, but I would've easily survived. However, a parent doesn't want anything bad to happen to their only child!
I like attention and want my accomplishments to be recognized. Growing up, every little thing I accomplished was celebrated, no matter how trivial. Moreover, I often listened to my parents bragging about how I accomplished this or that or the other thing to anyone who would listen. Now, like a stereotypical only child, I feel a need for my accomplishments to be called out and recognized for their importance.
I grew up always in my head. I had a lot of alone time, which meant I had a lot of time to think about everything, with no one around to distract me from it. I was (and still am) always in my head. I analyzed and over-thought everything. I was often in a state of worry. I had a lot of trouble sleeping as a teenager, because I was unable to turn off my thoughts and get into a restful place. I began writing a lot, to get everything out so that my mind would shut down so that I could sleep. I wrote hundreds of awful poems and lots of blog posts.
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