Earliest Memory

People always claim to say that the youngest child has it the worst, especially when there is more than one older sibling. My earliest memory will takes us back years; maybe 12 or 13 years ago. I was about seven or eight years old and at the time I lived in Peekskill, NY with my parents, my little sister, Kymberlee, and my two older half brothers Micheal and Moshe. It was around Christmas time and we were all so excited to get our presents. I remember going to the store on the corner so that we could get milk to put out that night with the cookies out the blue round tin for Santa Clause.
Christmas morning had came and we got up around 6am. My sister had opened one of her presents and I immediately was drawn to it but I didn't say anything at the time. We continued to open present after present after present and I was content with them all, but i just knew in my mind that I had to have the present my sister had first opened. That's when it all started i had to somehow convince her that the present she had opened was meant for me and not her. When thinking about it now it is funny to think that I could have even pulled this off. After we started playing wit the many toys that we had received that day I started to work on my plan. I first told her that the doll that Mommy and Daddy gave her was the one I had wanted and for some reason they wrote the wrong name on the present. She didn't fall for it at first; and claimed that i was wrong because she wanted it. I then went and got a doll from under the tree that I had got for Christmas and told her that was the doll she had wanted and that we could both get what we wanted if we just switched our dolls. Now she slightly started to fall for my plan, I knew I just had to push it a little more. I told her that the doll I had got was better anyway because she had longer hair and prettier clothes. After that she was sure to switch and my plan had been successful.
Now that she has seen the videotape from that Christmas I never hear the end of it.