I’m not sure if the first child is always the favored child, but in our family that was the case. It seemed Robby had his way with most anything he wanted. That is at least my perspective, which is a child’s perspective, which can be reconstructed a bit. I know enough now to know that how I currently perceive my childhood can be different from reality, but it’s my story and my blog.
I’m not sure how my parents saw it, but their favor on Robby did seem a bit skewed to me. I was not particularly bothered by this perceived favored status he had, though at times it was frustrating.
The truth is that Robby was four years older than me and that was just long enough to put us in two different worlds. When I went to first grade he was in the fourth and was moving on with life. I was not really adjusted to the school thing until about the third grade and he was in the 7th by that time. He was cutting edge and I was simply following his wake, making my own life, trying to figure things out. I really didn’t have much of a clue about things until he hit high school and by that time he was gone, at least in my mind, in my experience. He also had Joey, a year younger, to contend with so I suspect I was not in his thoughts. He didn’t know me and I didn’t know him. I was way down the sibling chain and there was no reason for us to interact, at least not the way our family was set-up.
I think the only time I was truly mad about the favored status thing was when Robby wanted a car and somehow he worked it out with my dad to take my money from my bank account to buy him a car. My dad took about 1K from my account, which was about all I had at the time if I remember correctly. Being a minor my dad had to help me open the account. This “parental consent” clause gave him the ability to take money if he wished. I was 12 when I opened my account. I remember having a savings book and it was the coolest thing to watch the money grow week by week in that account. I was 14 when it hit 1K and that is about the time he took the money for Robby to buy him a purple, metal-flaked 1966 Volkswagon bug. I was ticked off (Read: understatement). I worked for two years to save that money and it was gone at a whim. Robby had a desire and it was fulfilled at my expense.
The car was passed down to Joey and maybe Gary, but I’m not exactly sure about that, then when I turned 16 or 17 I got it. By that time the car had seen it best years. It was a very frustrating time for me. I re-carpeted the car and got it ready for “coolness” and enjoyed it for a few months. I skipped school with Chip Simpson one day to go to Greensboro to pick up some wrestling tickets for a big show they were having. The car blew a rod on the way back, just outside of Greensboro and we had to hitchhike home, which took us from around 1 PM to 11 PM that night. It was a bad day. The mechanic said it would cost more to repair than it was worth so I gave the car to him to cover the towing and assessment bill. I think I got ripped-off on that deal.