By The Way...

Weekend Assignment time: I give you a topic, you write it up in your Journal or blog and then come on back and drop a link (and now, with the new improved comment links, people will be able to click on your URL to get to your entry!).

My sister Heather's birthday was yesterday -- that's here and me in the picture, when we were, oh, just a little bit younger -- so in honor of my sister celebrating another year on the planet, this week's assignment:

Weekend Assignment #25: Share a favorite story that features you and a sibling. For those of you that are an only child, you can substitute a cousin or a best friend.

Extra Credit: Need I say? Pictures, baby! Pictures from the past are good, but recent pictures of you and the siblings are just peachy, too.

I'll share the story of the day my sister whacked me in the head with a golf club, because it's an excellent story, and since I'm alive to tell it, it's one that has a happy ending.

When I was in second grade, I had been given a #7 golf iron by a neighbor (why? Beats me). So for a decent part of the second grade, I spent a lot of time whacking small objects with the 7-iron, just to see how far I could get them to go. One day I was in the yard, beating on a poor defenseless tennis ball, when my sister showed up, saw what I was doing, and wanted to give it a whack. So I handed the iron over, and we spent the next few minutes terrorizing that tennis ball. And then my sister said those immortal last words:

"Hey, watch this!"

And I said, "Okay," and leaned in to watch at just the moment my sister swung that 7-iron back to deliver her crushing blow. And she delivered it, all right -- right into the bone directly above my left eye socket.

Let's cut away now to my mother, standing in kitchen. She's talking to someone on the phone when the kitchen door bursts open and Heather rockets through, screaming "I DIDN'T DO IT!!!" at the top of her lungs, and my mom has about a half second to ask herself didn't do what? before I stagger in through the same door, clutching my eye, which from my mother's perspective is absolutely spurting blood.

My poor mom.

And poor whoever it was on the other end of the phone line, because I'm pretty sure my mom  just plain dropped the phone in her rush to get to me. Also, my poor sister, who -- to be fair -- didn't plan to cave in my skull that particular day.

And, lest we forget, poor me.

Fortunately, as is often the case with head wounds, it bled a lot but wasn't too serious. Still, I ended up with five stitches above my eye, a hell of a bruise, and a scar you can see to this day.

Here's the funny part: When I got home from the hospital that night, my mom let me choose what we were going to watch on TV, because, after all, I did experience blunt force trauma that day. I chose Space Cruiser Yamato, a cheesy Japanese animation movie. Sadly for my sister, this show was on directly opposite Paul McCartney: Rock Show, which she'd been planning to watch for weeks. "It's not fair!" she declared, and stomped off to her room. To this day I don't think my sister has entirely forgiven me for being so foolish as to get in the way of her swing, thereby depriving her of a Cute Beatle Viewing.

And so I say: I'm sorry, Heather. I promise I'll be more careful next time. I love you, and happy birthday.

That's my sibling story; what's yours?

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• #50 Comment from boonesbeach 
  9/30/04 5:10 PM | Permalink

  I don't really have a comment on this exact story, but I would like to share one of my life's detail's. I won't say any name's but I am a 22 year old female and I am also a mother of two beautiful children. A boy and a girl. Me and my X husband did not get along real well, he was abusive. He got in a rage one night and kicked me and my daughter of the bed. She was three weeks old and only four pounds. When I hit the floor it caused me to drop her, she was fine, but the police were called and he got charged with a felon. Also because my children were thier and my daughter feel off the bed, they got Defac's involved. Because of my X husband being so violent they decided to put my two children in State Custody. I will get them back, but the pain is unbelievible. I cry everyday, almost all day long. It feel's like my soul has been tourn from my body, it truly hurt's that bad. When I get to visit them, it is so great, I cry when I first get there because I miss them so much, and when I leave I cry, even worse. It is the hardest thing that I think I will ever go through. I just wanted to share my story and let everyone know that abuse is wrong, and it can mess up your life. Don't stay with it. LEAVE
• #49 Comment from jsika25 
  9/27/04 2:31 PM | Permalink

  Sorry but dont fail me because i dont have any picture.
  http://journals.aol.com/jsika25/Jessica/entries/1377
• #48 Comment from kissofvanity 
  9/27/04 8:54 AM | Permalink

  Well, here it is Monday Morning and i just realized that i never left my link!  Perty smooth, huh!
  
  Ana  ((0.~))
  http://journals.aol.com/kissofvanity/LifeintheblueVictorianhouse/entries/359
• #47 Comment from ryanagi 
  9/27/04 6:24 AM | Permalink

  Mine. But it IS technically Monday now. Oh well. http://journals.aol.com/ryanagi/Wherelifetakesyou/entries/1023
  -B
• #46 Comment from eveningmors 
  9/26/04 10:31 PM | Permalink

  Forget it.  :)