My mom, Susanne, and dad, Karsten, have been married for 30 years now, it was their wedding day a couple of weeks ago. Like me they're both the youngest of their siblings (my mom the youngest of 4 and my dad of 3) and as a result I'm the youngest of all my cousins. Actually some of my cousins have children only a couple of years younger than me. My mom has her own shop and my dad now works in a lab, since some back and shoulder problems forced him to quit his other job.

I don't really see my dad's brothers and their kids that much - it's been years since the last time. One of them lives in Sweden and the other lives on a small island far away called Bornholm. Fun fact, though: My dad and his brothers all start with the letter "K" (as do I), and their names (Karsten, Kurt and Kjeld) all appear in an old variety show song.
My dad's mom died before I was even born, while my dad's father died when I was seven. He's the only grandparent I can remember having, and he was the first death I ever experienced (or remember to be more precise). He used to be a respected butcher, and helped open many slaughter houses and such. Some of his sausage recipes are still sold today, and are quite popular in Esbjerg (one of the bigger towns in Denmark).

The part of my family I see the most is my mother's side, even though they're pretty scattered. My mom's oldest sister, Edith, and her husband, Eigil, live in Germany, near Cologne. They have buttloads of money, and visiting them as a kid was like being part of a fairy tale or something.. I was convinced their house was a castle. They used to also live in Sweden, where their daughters also was raised, so my cousins speak Swedish when together with us, and Edith and Eigil speak a mixture of Swedish, Danish and German. Edith and Eigil's youngest daughter, Pia, lives in the same town as them, and also make loads of money (they're like my rich family living in a foreign country xD). When she was young she broke her leg on a skiing trip, and had to have it put back in place without any anesthetics. As a result of the shock she lost all of her hair, and never got any of it back, and now wears a wig and has eyebrows tattooed. That's how the story goes anyway. She has a small daughter with her husband.
Edith and Eigil's other daughter, Helle, still lives in Sweden with her 4 kids. She just left her husband who treated her like sh*t, and is now trying to get back on her feet.

My mom's other sister, Grethe, comitted suicide many years ago (before I was born). She was beautiful, but also an alcoholic. She had two daughters. One of them lives in Florida with her three kids, and the other we haven't really had any contact with in recent years.

My mom's brother, Poul Erik (or Polle), commutes between Denmark, Norway and Thailand. He used to live in Denmark, but when his wife left him he got depressed and went to Thailand, like many other middle-aged men I suppose. Eventually he got cancer, in one testicle and also had a tumor somewhere in the stomach. Thankfully he survived, but being even more depressed because of it he returned to Thailand, where he found himself a Thai girlfriend, Sawien. He now works in Norway, and when he has enough money he comes to visit us in Denmark before he goes to Thailand for some months, to visit his girlfriend.
He has three kids, that we don't really see that much anymore.

My mom's mother died before I was born. Apparently she was an amazing woman, who unfortunately was sick many years of her life. She was a talented artist, and painted a lot of porcelain and such, which we have a lot of this day.
My mom's father died when I was two, so I don't remember him. Polle looks just like him, though, and apparently has the same personality as him. My grandpa used to be a baker and pastry chef, and also was imprisoned and got close to getting executed under the 2nd World War, back when Germany had invaded Denmark. He was part of the resistance - he hid weapons from the German soldiers and such, and when they'd ordered him to bake them some bread he put sawdust in the bread instead of flour, and then went and made bread with the flour that he would give to the Danes. I know, very legend-y xD There are more examples, but I don't remember.
Also, another family fact: My mother's uncle died on a certain date (I don't remember it now), and ten years later on the exact same date my grandmother died.. and then ten years after that on the same date my grandfather died. Yeah, that's my mom's family's curse I guess.

Anyway, I myself have an older brother, Henrik, who's 29. He's a school teacher and lives with his girlfriend. We get along great, despite the age difference, and that we don't really share any of the same interests.
I also have a younger foster sister, Tippe, who's 13. She came to us when she was 8. Her mother's a really talented painter, but she's really ill (bipolar, schizophrenia etc.) and her dad was an alcoholic/junkie and actually died while she lived with us. As a result of her living here we also see her family quite a lot, especially her mother and her two real brothers (who are both in their 20s). Foster or not, she's like my real sister.

Um yes, I think that's pretty much it.