Sibling Rivalry At It’s Best
I was the victim of so many pranks that it is a wonder I am the least bit intact. One can safely assume that I was also the culprit of a fair number of monkey shines. What fun we had, at each other’s expense.
Sonny, Curtis, and Donna were close in age. They were forever getting into something, as they experimented with creative ways to play. It was a beautiful day outside. The warm breeze floated through the tall oak trees that surrounded the little detached garage. The deeply grooved boards of the building had been weathered by years of hot sun, hard rains, and windy storms. The roof was tin, shiny only in the parts that weren’t rusted. Perched atop the roof, approximately twelve feet off of the ground, were Sonny and Curtis. Between them stood Donna. In her hands was an umbrella, raised and open. Her brothers had convinced her that the umbrella would be a safe and reliable means of transportation to the ground. They had planted the idea into her innocent mind that she could fly! Teetering on the edge of the old, dilapidated roof, she was miliseconds away from jumping. Mother ran out of the house. Everyone froze in petrified silence.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she screamed, as she waved her hands in the air. “Are you trying to kill her?” She demanded. “Get down from there this minute!”
Weeping and wailing soon followed Sonny and Curtis’s descent from the garage. The discipline applied to their hind quarters implanted into their minds that they probably shouldn’t do anything like that to their sister again.
You’ve heard the saying “Pay it forward.” Tune in next blog post for how Donna paid it forward to me.