A housefull of wild kids grew up into such great adults!

Driving back to Putnamania just now after having been to RI for the celebration of the life a friend's father & father in law, I passed a mini van with a wild bunch of kids.

Arms were flailing, toys were flying, and I am sure the noise level was up there.

This mayhem reminded me growing up with my family and with the family across the street from us. I saw them tonight at the calling hours.

They had 4 kids in their family. We had 4 kids in our family.

Their oldest daughter was rather calm and quiet. The 2nd oldest daughter was a little devilish. The 3rd oldest daughter was quite devilish and lovable at the same time. The youngest child - a boy was just trying  to hold his own with all those older sisters!

Our family stories intertwine a lot, because these were stories we all made together.

Since I was the oldest of the bunch, I tend to remember not only their family, but my siblings as the "kids" - still - even though we are all 40-50+ years old now.

Since I am still the oldest of the bunch, I always feel very proud of them all. I feel proud of both my neighbors and my siblings. I have nothing to do with how they turned out, but I am still very proud of them all. They have grown up into such admirable, outstanding and fine adults.

Good job by the parents who deserve the credit. Job well done!

I predict that car full of wild hooligans that I passed on my way home tonight will also turn out just fine!

I am a Putnamaniac that is so proud of all the wild kids that grew up into such outstanding adults!