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Remember when…
Being stuck
inside in bad weather
By Kim Smith
Mom couldn’t always kick us out of the house to entertain ourselves
when our chores were done. A little thing called “bad weather”, kept us
indoors. Ohh…what to do? What to do? In truth, we had no problem
whatsoever keeping busy, none at all!
My brother and I were very close. Oh, how we loved to torment each
other! We created the “rubber-band game”. He would grab a handful of
rubber bands, and I would grab a handful of rubber-bands--and then it
became an all-out war between us! If he wasn’t hiding around a corner,
then I was. Then, if one or the other made the mistake of poking out
our head… SMACK! Right into the old noggin’! He was almost three years
older than me, so guess who yelled “ouch!” the most? Of course, Yours
Truly! He took advantage of my jumping and yelling and shot a couple
more rubber-bands at me! Don’t get the false impression that I was the
“innocent victim” ALL of the time, though. I would get MY revenge with
a few lucky shots now and then, too! And don’t think I didn’t
double-whammy him back when HE was jumping and hollering!
Another thing we did to keep busy was “Indian wrestle”. I would lie
flat on my back; my brother would lie flat on his back, in the opposite
direction, side-by-side. We would then lock our legs together and try
to flip the other one over. More often than not, he not only flipped
me, but he then sat on top of me! He would hold my arms down and hold a
wad of spit close to the end of his mouth, threatening to let it loose
on my face! I was screaming with laughter, moving my head back and
forth to try to avoid the “spit-bomb”. Most of the time, it was just a
threat, but sometimes he accidently (on purpose) let it loose! We had a
blast!
Blessings to all of you!
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