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Date: 2011-07-11 02:13 am (UTC)I was the slow child in my family. Fifth child and also reached most milestones at a later age. But I would not have wanted my siblings slowed down on account of my progress being that way. Sure, it was hard for me knowing that they were always ahead of me and always would be ahead of me (four years older to the youngest sibling is a ~tough~ gap when you're a kid), but I accepted that. If I had been slowed down at anything I was good at as well, that would have sucked beyond words. I did actually do better than my siblings in some things, since I was the most academically oriented, I tended to get the best grades (I wasn't the smartest, but I was the most focused on actually doing my schoolwork). But it just seems very one-sided, because I doubt you'd slow down Ana for Eva's sake.