Extract from Within Arm's Reach by Ann Napolitano
Our problems were normal and boring; we couldn't come up with one exciting, knee-slapping story among us. We had fewer brothers and sisters, fewer brawls, fewer secrets. Our lives were not shaped by unbreakable Catholic rules and inescapable Irish history. We began to feel small, and although we never voiced the decision, at some point we simply stopped running towards the sound of the McLaughlins' laughter.