I'm an only child, but there was one a year before me who didn't make it. (Miscarrige)
I'm glad I'm an only child. I see my mom and dad fight with their siblings a lot, so that sort of burns me on siblings. Plus, I grew up in extreme poverty. Things would have been much worse if there was another me. (My mom has four sisters (three older, one younger) and one little half brother, and my dad has three brothers and two sisters. Most are older than him, except for one sister who is ten years younger than him. Both of them have a deceased brother each. My mother's brother Tommy and my dad's brother William. I don't know what Tommy died of, but he was born before my mom (which is why my grandpa loved my mom so much. She looks just like him, and they have a near match of a personality. She used to be called "Little Tommy"). William had Anecephaly, meaning that he was born without a brain (make a brainless joke and die), and he was born after my dad, but before my aunt Tina.)
I have five younger brothers from ages 16 to 6. I've always wanted a sister, so I cried when I found out I was having another brother, and then cried again two years later. By the last one, I was all "meh".
But I love my brothers, even though they're annoying.
Have one older sister who is twenty-one and a younger brother who is fifteen. The hilariously thing is that their birthday's are only two days apart. The wonderful middle child has to break this trend.