Thursday, April 16, 2009

Writer's Workshop: I killed my brother

In honor of Mamma Kat's Writer's Workshop I am going to be taking on Prompt #5:
Tell us about that time at the playground when that thing happened.

When I was little we used to live very close to my grade school. So close in fact, that our back yard fence was adjacent to the driveway were the teachers parked their cars. So close, that I could hop that fence and go to school if I wanted to (but didn't because I would have gotten a spanking from my mother).

There was a new tornado slide installed and everybody was playing on it including my sister and I. There must be some temptation built into tornado slides that encourage children to climb up the sides. There must be some other temptation that makes you slide down the slide with your legs hanging over the sides as well. As fate would have it I was climbing up the side of the slide, and my sister was sliding down the slide with her legs hanging over the edge. She knocked me off the slide and I was knocked unconscious.

From what I hear (I was unconscious by the way)… my sister scooped me up and carried me all the way home from the playground. In tears, she then announced to my parents: "I killed him. I killed my brother". Luckily I was only unconscious and the only other injury was a sprained wrist.


17 comments:

Anonymous said...

I shouldn't be laughing that your sister thought you were dead, I'm sure it was traumatic for her. But that's a funny visual (taking into account that you were alive and all).

Anonymous said...

Hey, the swirly maroon is back! ;o)

Ron said...

I'm sure it wasn't funny at the time, I can only imagine your sister's feelings of terror. But, that's got to make for a few laughs with her today.

Deb said...

oh no! i hope you still hold it over her head!

Mary@Holy Mackerel said...

Yikes!!! You had better remind her of that incident every once in a while, just so she doesn't get too uppity. :o)

B said...

FINALLY! For some reason each time I've been trying to comment the last couple weeks on your blog the comment page wasn't loading. Looks like the glitch is gone, thankfully.

Your poor sister! This is so funny to read, but I'm sure she was sick to her stomach since she had killed you. Tell me she was sickly nice to you after.

Ms. Salti said...

I'm laughing my ass off. I can just see her carrying your poor little limp body all the way home. It's surprising you didn't wake up before she got you to the house!

LissaL said...

Kudos to your sister for carrying you home. However,if you do not hold this over her head to this day then something is definitely wrong with you:) (Then again, you were knocked unconscious)

Otter Thomas said...

Funny yet sad. Bringing your dead brother home is far worse than bringing home a bad report card.

Dawn Parsons Smith said...

Yep...that's some good blackmail material,right there! What a great family story! (except for the part where you "died"...)

Erin said...

Oh wow. What a story! Do you remember any of it? I bet it made your sister distraught for days.

H.K. said...

I bet that is one story that you never let your sister forget! Funny now, but I'm sure it wasn't back then!

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SweetPeaSurry said...

He he he ... rough-housing was a regular pasttime at my house. My brother cracked my head open once, and I slammed his hand in a door.

Such is the way it goes.

blessings!

KatBouska said...

Oh this one got an out loud chuckle! That is SO cute that she carried you home and took care of you...and that it didn't bother her at all that you were dead. How cute is that.

I'm glad you made it!!

Wendyburd1 said...

Your poor sister! But she carried you all the way over the fence, what a girl!

Anonymous said...

I killed my brother!
Geez, I couldn't imagine how she must have cried. I guess you know she loves you though!

Angela said...

Oh my goodness you sure can attest to my #3 don't!! Ouch!

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