Yes, it's not anything bad, my father didn't murder anyone or anything :-) It's just that I'm the youngest and the only girl and when my mother died when I was 3, after having been gravely ill all my life, my father was both father and mother to me and kind and patient, etc., probably because of my age and that I was a girl; apparently my brothers didn't get quite as pleasant a treatment.

Apparently my father was "cheap" and had my brothers as young teens working with tools that weren't very good and broke and then they had to pay for them, etc. (lawn mower :-)

I hadn't realized the extent of my rose-colored glasses I can still remember my father teaching me to ride my bicycle, whistle, carrying me up to bed if we got home late from an all-day outing and I'd fallen asleep in the car, etc. Because I was youngest and a girl, I didn't have chores yet and my brothers were given the task of looking after me! There's still the story of when I spilled pablum all over the back of the car when we were travelling across country, Rhode Island to California, and one of them had to clean it up. I find it interesting speculating on other siblings' thoughts/feelings and how they differ from our own and how so very different our perspectives are even though we're in the "same" family and only a couple/few years apart in age.