During my childhood, I did not realize how unfair it was of God, I suppose, to allow unequal gender distribution in our family. I felt secure and loved for several decades, but now I wonder whether I have been a victim in some manner, so I am writing this to see if there is some organization for people like me and, more importantly, if there is a compensation fund or government program to make it up to me.
Now that I have your attention, as well as anticipated sympathy, I will explain the situation. It is really a mere census report rather than a sociological, psychological, or biological study. I leave interpretation to the experts.
Do I still have your attention?
Okay, here goes: My paternal (i.e. father’s} parents had grandchildren of the following, i.e., hereinafter, birth order and gender identification designations:
One granddaughter, Ten consecutive grandsons, and then my sister, who we shall label as the Second granddaughter and, simultaneously, Twelfth grand child.
Let’s focus on me, me, me for awhile. Let us consider my particular location in the family tree of the family previously referred to herein-above-described as the paternal side of my family as referenced in the paragraph preceding the paragraph immediately prior to this very paragraph.
I was the tenth of ten grandsons.
I feel special.
I was also the eleventh of twelve grandchildren. It was a coincidence that no one noticed until it dawned on me as a write this, but get ready for a sleepless night: I was assigned and wore jersey number 11 on a Y.M.C.A. basketball team. How did Coach Lawrence know?
Think about it. There are things we can never fully understand.