I have five siblings... all of them younger than me.  In many ways, being the oldest is a great load of fun.  I get to stay up later, sit in the front seat (except when Rachel does), do whatever I want with them when I babysit.  But it is not always the best.  I have to be responsible.  Of course, that I don't mind.  Then there is the fact that I don't have anybody to tell me what this or that is like.  I was the first to break away from the safe-atmosphered elementary school.  It was so scary.  Sure, I had friends and my cousin Kendall who are only a few months older than me and therefore did not miss the cutoff as I did.  They gave me a few tips.  Still, it is not like having an older sibling.  A few minutes ago I showed Rachel how to open a lock.  I remember the first day of dress-out PE when I could not figure out how to open the lock.  It was scary and embarassing!  I will also be able to help her figure out the layout of the school, and figure out answers to her math homework.  Even though it was difficult, I am glad to be the one to unlock the secrets.  I want to influence my siblings in the best ways possible.