I come from a family of 5 kids. Eight years, 5 kids.

Needless to say, by the time my mother was 30 she was wore out. I love my siblings, but it wasn't all that fun to grow up in a very small house with so many people in it. There was never enough money, time, or attention. My mother tried her best, but between working and managing this large group of kids she just didn't have much time for us individually. Mostly we were treated as a group. All of our outside activities revolved around church things and all of us were expected to go, all the time. There were no music lessons or any other sort of extra-curriculars. When my sisters and I were HS age, we were allowed to join a softball team as long as we were all on the same team. My next sister and I(14 months apart) used to get "twin gifts" all the time--you know, each of us gets the same thing. At Christmas we sat back-to-back and opened those gifts at the same time so we wouldn't ruin the surprise.
I think the thing that I missed most about growing up in a large family was the lack of individuation. We shared almost everything. If we went to the movies my mom would buy *1* soda and we'd all drink out of it. Yuck! It was expected that we would not make waves and we would move through life as a unit. In fact, when I went to college, my three younger sisters followed me. You know, "since we're going up there all the time, you might as well all be at the same school." Yeah...
I have 3 kids, 24,17 & 15. I would have liked to have 4 but after Christian was born with severe handicaps, DH put a stop to the child-bearing.

It took me a long time to get okay with that and now I am pretty satisfied that he did the right thing. Someone asked me that other day when my new baby was due. Um, dude...I'm 54. At my age pregnancy would be a crisis of epic proportions.