I hear the same birth order stories over and over. The super-responsible oldest child. The middle children who feel ignored and unfairly treated. And then the people like me, the babies of the family who never manage to outgrow being "the little one."
Every position has its blessing and its curse, I imagine.
The blessing of the baby? Being the center of attention. Thinking that everyone should always love you and approve of you just for being.
The curse? Feeling like everyone is always watching your every move. Self-importance, and the inevitable depression that follows when you realize that maybe you aren't All That.
Where are you in the birth order?