I didn’t have many real friends when I was four. Most of the kids I met in play group were mean towards me and quite spiteful. I remember praying and pleading with my parents to give me a little brother or sister, a play mate who loved and accepted me. I now realise that my idea of siblings was quite romantic when I was young, after all, not all brothers and sisters get along.
I’m now happy to be an only child and in all honesty, I think I would have been quite jealous if my parents attention had been divided when I was so young. Perhaps because I am an only child, I have come to view my friends as my extended family (I call one of my best friends my surrogate sister).