The first four years of my life were perfect. As perfect as a four year old only child’s life could've been. I was spoiled rotten, got away with pretty much everything and I couldn't have asked for a better family. Until my sister Evelyn came along. The concept of having a sister sounded good at the time. I would have a new playmate who lived with me. Someone who I could teach about everything and she'd be just like me. But after she was born, things started to crumble in my perfect world. Instead of me getting spoiled it was all about Evelyn. Instead of me getting a trunk full of toys at Christmas time, I got some toys and the rest went to -- guess who -- Evelyn. Suddenly my mom was too tired to play because Evelyn kept her up all night. I …show more content…
She played with some old barbies that I didn't care about anymore and I played with my Elmo toys. No problems really came up until Evelyn decided she didn't want to play with barbies anymore. She wanted the Elmo toys. I told her no a couple of times hoping that she would give up. She didn't. Next thing I knew we had gotten into a full blown tug of war fight with the Elmo toy. My mom quickly came upstairs to break it up. Again she told me “Ashley, you need to learn to share.” I hated that line. She always said it and I hated hearing it. So again, I resumed my position sitting on my bed with my arms crossed but this time watching my sister play with my Elmo toys. What set me off though was not the fact the she was playing with them but the fact of she played wrestling with them. As a two year old she thought that everything should be wrestled. And this included Elmo toys. She body slammed them, put them in a chokehold and slammed them against my floor holding one foot like you see in the cartoons. Looking back on it now what she was doing was overall harmless to the toys, but in my mind she was going to break them. I started to panic as she abused my toys. I looked around my room for things that would distract her away from it. And then I found it. The answer to all my problems. In the corner of my room was a separate toy bin filled with a single toy that was too big to go in the other bin that had my Elmo toys in it. The toy was a giant stuffed dog that my grandma had gotten me for Christmas one year. It was a heavy thing that was taller than my parents and took up a huge amount of space. I never played with the dog but seeing it in that corner sparked up some