There is nothing quite like the experience of #growingupwithsiblings.

I remember always fighting over shotgun - until it came to that silent anger radiating off of our mom when we were misbehaving in the grocery store. Suddenly everyone was fighting to sit in the back, specifically right behind the driver's seat. This was the hardest place for our mom to reach, and therefore the safest. You were less likely to get swatted or pinched. We usually forced our younger brother to take shotgun, telling him that since he was the youngest, that automatically made him "the favorite", and so he wouldn't get hit.

Whether you had one sibling or six, these memes will be hella relatable. You will probably find them to be moments that you can laugh about now as adults. But at the time, as kids, the world was coming to an end, whether it involved the remote, the phone, or the batteries that went inside the remote and the phone.

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3. Did I ever regret doing this? Sometimes. Was it always worth it? YES.

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5. Sometimes the pets were even included

"JonMattChipperDakota-KERRI!"

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7. My older brother ran me over with his bike the day before third grade pictures. Literally ran over my head. When I ran inside and told my dad, he looked at me, opened the front door, and yelled, "Jonathan! See if you can find Kerri's front tooth!" as my brother continued riding his bike up and down the street.

8. My older sister and younger brother are white. They take after our dad. My other brother and I, the 2 middle kids, look like our mom, who was Filipino. My brothers and I are closer in age, and when you have 2 kids with dark skin and dark hair, and the youngest is Casper white with red hair, telling them they were adopted was way more fun that it should've been.

9. When my brothers and I were about 4,5, and 6 we were playing Popeye in the backyard. Don't ask what this game entailed, because I can't remember. What I do remember is my older brother breaking my younger brother's arm while wrestling (I think I was Olive Oyl, and was being rescued by Popeye, and this led to them fighting??) and upon seeing his arm bent at an angle it wasn't supposed to be, and knowing he was in deep sh*t, my older brother tried to convince our younger brother that he was fine, and it would go back to normal as long as he didn't tell our mom and dad.

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12. Oh, WWE. Thanks to you, I was subjected to all your wrestling moves, which I only agreed to so I could prove to my brothers I was tough enough to hang with them. All it got me was a broken bed when a piledriver went wrong, and then I was the one that had to sleep on a mattress on the floor.

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17. My sister is 12 years older than me, my brother is 11 months older than me (yes, same parents), and my other brother is a year younger. I am the poster child for being an example of "the middle child".

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