Being an only child was something that I loved for six years of my life. All of the things that people would buy for me and neverending attention was great. My friends would have brothers or sisters that would prevent them from coming over to my house, but not me. I was a lone soldiar, living the life of luxury and independence. But, that was only for six years. February 28, 1996: the day that I was no longer the sole “Hammer child”. I was no longer alone and I was forced to welcome Thomas Hammer to the room next to mine. Getting a sibling was something that I was excited for....
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