Mischief

First let me apologize for my absence. I am once again in Indiana and getting internet access is not quite as convenient as I would like. So, sorry I missed my movie and music picks, but I'm on it now.

So, like I mentioned, I'm in Indiana. It's been great to visit with my family and reminisce. Some memories are good, some are bad, some are hysterical. It is great fun to watch my mother as she sits in disbelief while we are telling of the awful things we did as children that she never knew about. For me, most of my entertaining stories involve my brother.

I think we've mentioned here on our blog that we have a large family. Six girls and one boy. When people hear that, they always say how bad they feel for my brother. I always say, let me tell you some stories and you tell me who you feel sorry for.

Beth is the oldest, and Bobby was born three years later, and two years after that I was born. The next sibling, B.J., was not born until I was 7 so Bobby and I were playmates. Beth was a great sister to me, but she was a little older and usually off with her friends. Although I recently learned from her that she kept me out playing in the snow too long and I got frost bite. But that's a story for her to tell.

Bobby and I got into all sorts of trouble as kids. His fault of course. He always had these bright ideas. Lucky for us, sometimes we wouldn't get caught. Like the time he wanted to see who would hit the ground first after falling from the roof. I don't mean us... and I guess you wouldn't call it falling as much as being dropped. He decided we should take our beloved dog, Tiny, and one of our cats (can't remember it's name) to the roof and drop them. You know, like a race of some kind. My brother never liked school, but I guess he was into experiments. So up we went, him with the dog and me with the cat. We dropped them and I don't even remember what happened after that. Just that I was terrified that Tiny would be hurt and that we'd better hurry up and get off the roof before we got caught. We never told anyone and I'm not sure that my mom even knows to this day. By the way, Tiny and the cat were fine and Tiny lived a good, long life.

Come to think of it, my brother must have really been curious about gravity. Fast forward a few years, and now all but the last sibling has been born. Another light bulb goes off and my creative brother decides it's time to do some more dropping. Only this time it wasn't the roof of a single story house. It was the second floor bedroom window. And it didn't involve pets. No... he had moved on to humans now. Yes, his little sisters. Now, I was too big for him to even try to drop me out of the window so I was given the job of standing outside on the ground and catching them. But before you go and say how stupid we were, at least we had the sense to push a mattress out of the window so just in case I missed them, they would be cushioned as they hit the ground.

One by one, he dropped them, B.J., Barb, and then Brandy who was barely a year old. Were we insane? Probably just Bobby was, but I was a follower and I guess that makes me just as guilty.
My mother heard that story not too long ago, and although they all lived through it, and we are grown adults now, I could still see that look in her eye that she used to get when you were about to get an ass-whooping! We should probably spare her the horrible images, but we can't. It's just too much fun to think of the crazy things we did and got away with.

So it's sharing time again. Please tell. And don't be shy. What could be worse than dropping small animals off of a roof and young children out of window? I'm sure if we ask my brother he can come up with something much worse!

SIS Bren