I'm the youngest of seven. First of all I had a horrible childhood. I left them when I was 15. I was blamed for everything manipulated lied to and beat up growing up ( which included blood and head injury that never went to the doctor). Mostly by my youngest brother I'm a gurl. I'm glad that I left my hell and I intend never to reunite with them as a family becasue I was NEVER the family. If I was in trouble at school I would have psychotic punishments that are definatly considered abuse. However if my older siblings who did the same and much worse did that they would have a breeze of a punishment..IF you wanna call it a punishment. I wasn't allowed to do the same things as everyone else. Everyone had freedom except for me ( and I mean literally) if I wanted freedom I had to sneek and do it.. Anyway all I can say is not always is the stereotypical youngest child syndrome true.

In most families the youngest child is thought to have the easiest time growing up. Parents have tried their parenting skils on other children and adapted them. Older siblings usually believe the youngest ones get spoiled. Younger children get exposed to more things, and quietly learn from their older siblings mistakes. A younger child can often manipulate their parents better after having watched what worked and what didn't from their older siblings. Curfews and discipline are usually less severe for the younger one than for those who came before.
In my family my youngest brother was treated like the favorite for a long time, and by older siblings as well. My parents were better off financially as he grew up when compared to other siblings, so that was one aspect of the spoiling. Although he had the reward of nicer vacations and less stringent rules, he felt that others never took him seriously as he grew into adolescence. People always viewed him as the baby, so he really had to fight to be seen as somebody beyond that.

My brother is twelve years older than I am so it was a lot like being an only child. I never minded it, though I wish I was closer to him.

Being the youngest of 3 was great.  Everyone got a kick out of my adult ways that I imitated and I got loads of attention.  However, there was a large age gap between me and my siblings and alas, they both moved out by the time I was 15 and I kind of got stuck alone and with aging parents to deal with.  But it was a great experience.  Sometimes I wish I would have been older so I could have had my parents around longer.

it's alright, i mean i get blamed 4 shit my 2 older ro's do but wat can u do? it's not a bad life. never get asked 2 do sutff, and i can blame my older bro's 4 sum problems too. i guess it all depends on ur family

I grew up the youngest of five with my closest sibling 5 years my elder and my oldest sibling being 17 years my elder. Looking back, the good thing about being the youngest is that someone always was there to do things for you. However, this was balanced by the droning voices of my brothers, sisters, and parents telling me to stop whatever I was doing because it was bothersome. I think that by time the youngest of a big family comes around, everyone is tired of dealing with kids. You would think I had lots of opportunities to play with my siblings but in reality, they didn't interact with me at all. That has had a profound affect on me now that I reflect on it. I would be interested in hearing if other youngest children feel similarly. Perhaps this was driven by the fact that my siblings were so much older (as were my parents.

I'm the younger of two kids. My sister is 2 1/2 years older than me, and when we were kids we would always watch cartoons together Saturday mornings; that is, until we became teenagers, and that's when we pretty much had our separate things going. But even so, it's kind-of amazing how much of the same things we do, in each our own way...

Being the youngest of two children isn't always bad. My brother is five years older, and when he wasn't dreaming up (successful) diabolical plots to torture me, this really was almost like being an only child. I'm not kidding about the torture part, though.

I'm 17, my brother's 18. The frustrating thing about this situation is people tend to think we're boyfriend and girlfriend...and also that the younger sib tends to take a submissive role to the older one. The older child is always smarter, wiser, and of course stronger. I think this really messes with your psyche throughout your childhood. In other families, the youngest is favored, but this wasn't true in mine (probably because my brother was the more outgoing, conventional one).

Being the youngest of three has its pros and cons. Obviously, it depends on the individual circumstances of the family, and the size of the family. In my case, you have to pay for your older siblings' mistakes (if your older sibling does something that makes the parents mistrust them, they'll likely mistrust you as well), but, similarly, you've got the chance to learn from their mistakes, if you so choose to. If the older children don't live up to expectations, the youngest is expected to fulfill them with greater intensity. Oftentimes, even as an adult, the youngest child's opinion is still dismissed in conversation just because of the lingering feeling amongst the family that they're just the baby of the family. This situation can be changed, but it takes a lot of hard work and patience.

Being the youngest of two kids really stunk for the most part. Growing up, we lived in only two different houses the whole time, and guess what? He got first choice of bedrooms both times. Why? Because he's the oldest my parents said. All the time we were growing up, he got first say in pretty much anything we did as a family. When we were both old enough to drive but had to share one car, who do you think got top priority? You guessed it-the oldest. I was always having to adjust my schedule for him. When he started college, he still lived at home, so I had to get up an hour earlier than I should have, ride to my high school and sit there for an hour doing nothing while I waited for class to start. Then, in the afternoons, I would have to wait an hour past my last class waiting on him to pick me up. We lived about three miles out of town, so walking wasn't an option I took very often. When I got into college, I should have had enough sense to get a job and move out, but I didn't, so I was still having to adjust my life around my older brother's. Of course my parents thought this was the natural order of things, and you couldn't get them to see it any other way. I sure sound bitter don't I? Well, I have a right to be!

I rather enjoyed being the youngest.

Always dependent on the parents or older siblings who often over protect them. This over protection creates a false sense of security and self-confidence. Very frequently youngest children crave constantly for attention and feel they have the right to get away with things other people don't.