How many brother's and sister do I have.

Today at the rs retreat we made a journal jar, there are different things to write about like "tell about your brother's and sister's and a story about each one. Well that is the one I picked out. It's fun, so I am going to start. I have two brother's and three sister's. Karen 38, David 35, Me 33, Amie 30, Joe, 27, Lisa 22.
I don't know which stories to tell with each one, because I have so many to tell.
I will Start with the Oldest Karen: I remember that we were in California on a trip to Disneyland for the first time I was eight years old and I think Karen was either 13, or 14. We were getting ready to go somewhere, and often if we went on a trip, my mom would buy us each an outfit. I remember that particular day Karen took forever in the hotel bathroom, putting her makeup on and doing her hair just right. I remember the outfit that she was wearing. It was a white t-shirt with a picture of a seagull and a beach and then turqoise blue shorts. She finally finished and I think we were going to get into the astro van and as we were about to load up a Segull flew by and all of the sudden you hear. "AHHHHH". we had all turned around to see what the problem was and my sister Karen was looking down at her outfit and there was a white blob on her shirt. A segull had flown over and pooped right on her. She was disgusted and had to go change her shirt. I guess you had to be there, but we were all laughing so hard. That is the first story that popped into my head about my sister. :) David: mmmmmmm which one do I pick. just sec I have to think about that one......okay I have one. My brother loved to watch WWF wrestling and of course he thought it was real wrestling, well all he had at the time before my brother joe came, it was just us girls Karen, me and Amie. We had a trampoline in our backyard and we would be jumping on the tramp minding our own buisness and then my brother dave would sneak up on us and try out the moves on us that he learned on the wrestling show. Sometimes it was okay, but other times we would yell for mom to come out and intervene so we wouldn't get hurt. I think that we were relieved when my brother Jonathan was born. My brother Loved to pick on us and tease us to the point where we would either yell for mom or tell him to stop. He doesn't do that anymore. :) to be continued. :)