I have a lot (even this is an understatement) of cousins and we got to see each other for holidays and celebrations. I was cool with all of them, they didn’t seem to judge me like the others even if they were thinking it, so that was good. I didn’t really have any favorite cousins, I liked them all pretty much the same. When I was around eleven or twelve, I would get stuck babysitting a few of them so their parents could go out and have fun. The first couple of times was ok because I was in charge, so I had power and control. I would tell them what to do, what not to do, when to go to bed, etc… It was great!! Then it started to become more and more like a routine. Like, I didn’t even have a choice anymore, it was just drop them off, order a pizza and we’ll be back. See ya!!! That’s how it felt and I was starting to get annoyed and ended up being mean to those little cousins because I was mad that I had to keep babysitting them. I didn’t hate my cousins, I just hated that their parents were using me to their advantage and I didn’t even get anything out of it. Even if I said I didn’t want to watch them, they’d kind of laugh as if I were joking because in this family, we couldn’t talk back and we damn sure couldn’t voice our opinions. I always did both and that’s why I was always in trouble, maybe babysitting was their way of punishing me. Haha. They’d still leave the kids anyway and I would get dealt with later for my “attitude”. I guess they didn’t want their kids to think that it was ok for them to talk back or be vocal about things the way I was. I was probably a bad influence on them in their parents eyes. You know, the rebel, the outcast and so on. But now that we were all older, we were able to enjoy each other’s company on a different level.