I was 5. My brother 7 my sister, 9. We were in daycare/a baby sitters house. It was after school. They made the worst tasting vegetable. "Whoever eats all of their dinner can have a special treat after," they said. And I did. I was the only kid who did. They gave me a nutter butter. I got home, and my sister tried convinced me to give one to her and half the other to my brother. I didn't want to make them feel left out, so I did. And it's not the fact that if one of them had gotten the treat that they wouldn't have shared, that bothers me. It's that I would never have asked them to share it. Even at 5 years old.
I'm going to start a series of memories in random order when I remember them. WARNING some may be graphic and brutal.
©sincerely
S