Ever since Ron could remember, he was always overshadowed by his siblings. Well, his brothers at least. Ginny didn't count.
There was Fred and George, the pranksters. Ron had always wanted to be as funny as them, and tried to pull pranks on them, but they always backfired. He learned to stop this when they got revenge in the teddy bear, acid pop and an underwear incident when he was only eight, a year before, that he had made them promise not to tell. They weren't very reliable on keeping their promises; hopefully they would keep that one.
Next came Percy. Percy seemed to be perfect in every way. He was intelligent, hard-working, and a pain in the bum, in Ron's opinion. He seemed to know everything, and would show everyone that he knew it all by rambling off on useless information and statistics. Ron had the best naps then.
Then there was Charlie. He was an excellent Quidditch player; by far the best in the family. Ron hadn't even figured how to ride a broom properly until he was five. Charlie had mastered it at three. He was also good with animals; they loved him. Birds would flock around Ron, but not for the same happy reasons as they did for Charlie. Ron supposed Charlie told them to follow him and try to kill him, his newest plot to take over the world. Except that Charlie wouldn't hurt a spider; Ron knew. He had tried to get him to kill the spider he found in the bathroom once (which later was found out to be a prank, compliments of Fred and George). Hey, can you blame the boy for having an overactive imagination?
Now there's Bill. He's smart, ok at Quidditch. But he still overshadowed his youngest brother. Bill was cool. He wasn't dorky like Percy, funny like the twins, or good with animals like Charlie. But he was cool. Ron would swear that you would never meet anyone cooler than Bill (though Ron hadn't meet many people when he first said this).
With brothers like these, what was left for Ron? He got to stand in the shadow behind all five of his brothers, and that wasn't exactly what he would consider as the thing he wanted to do with the rest of his life.
It was now nearing September first, and the twins were going off to Hogwarts. Ron still had another two years to wait, but he figured he would probably not even be accepted. The twins had nudged this thought along, telling him that he was a squib, and went on about how he couldn't do hardly any magic. That was until Mrs. Weasley came in and they got yelled at.
However, if Ron was a squib, that would make him different from the rest of the Weasley boys! Different from the rest of the family! Not being able to do magic! Well, maybe not the rest of the family, there was still that muggle somewhere in there. Though Ron figured he'd have no such luck with this. He would spend the next two years with his Ginny and his mum, occasionally seeing his dad, then he'd go off to Hogwarts, and be back in the shadows again. This sucked. Ron didn't want to grow up anymore, if he wasn't going to be a squib and was going to live out his life like the rest of his childhood. No, might as well stay young and be in the shadows as opposed to get old and be in the shadows. Yes, that's what he'd do. Never grow up.