What It's Like Being an Only Child

  1. Lonely
    There's no one to play with. My neighborhood was all Orthodox Jewish as well, except for my family, so there weren't even other kids to play with in the neighborhood. Or, rather, there were other kids, but they just wouldn't play with ME.
  2. Forced creativity
    Because there was no one to play with, I had to entertain myself. I think this is how I became a writer--I was constantly making up stories to keep myself occupied. I would play the Game of Life by myself and craft full lives for the characters playing. I would spend hours in the corner of my room, behind the Green Chair, with my American Girl dolls, playing out entire scenarios alone.
  3. Suffocating
    I am the Only One. My parents' entire focus. And that can be a lot. My parents STILL get upset when they haven't talked to me all week and I'm 25 and live in a time zone that makes phone calls difficult.
  4. Fearful
    What if my parents both die in a freak accident and I have to clean out their house entirely by myself??
  5. Lucky
    If I had siblings, I wouldn't have gotten a lot of the opportunities I had. We wouldn't have been able to afford the schools I went to, which probably would have made my life trajectory pretty different.
  6. Determined to be with a non-only child
    I want my children to have cousins, aunts, uncles. A lovely thing about my boyfriend is that his brother and sister-in-law live in our neighborhood and we are very close with them. I've never felt like I had family, and now I have a brother and sister here in LA. This weekend, I'm going on a girls trip with his sister-in-law. I'm glad that my family will be bigger than just me and my partner.