When I was a kid, I was the last of 6 kids.
Our dad died when all of us were still young; I was just 2 years old, & my oldest sibling was either 12 or 14.
Things were taxing for my mom, evidently, as she had to raise the 6 of us without my dad being there to help. I was lucky, though, because I was the last 1, & so therefore, I got to prefer more stuff than the others did. There was more cash available for me, & I got some advantages that my siblings did not get. First of all, I got to go to a lot of arenas they didn’t. My mom would often take us to tourist arenas in our fantastic state. Both of us went to these amazing gardens where they had artistic water skiers. Both of us went to Springtimes to see manatees. I went to a neighborhood where they dig sponges out of the ocean & sell them on the shore. I had a fantastic time with my mom, & there was always 1 thing both she & I appreciated about our little travels. That was the a/c! Both of us had a/c in the car, & that was good, however she didn’t use it that much because it “wastes gas.” When both of us got to the hotels, though, the first thing both of us did was blast the a/c! Usually, there was not a thermostat. The rooms had individual units & you pushed the button that said a/c & then the 1 that said high. Then, both of us turned the fan on high, too. That would give us the most amazingly frigid a/c! And both of us thought of it as free a/c, which was even better.