Memory Lane and Childhood Antics

As I mentioned before, my sister is getting married on Saturday. This Saturday. So I am being nostalgic and mopey and looking at pictures from when we were little.


This one stands out in the group for several reasons.

1. This is how my mother got us to do dishes.

2. Yes I am wearing a muumuu, what's it to you?

3. My sister is wearing go-go boots. Oh, here she is again in go-go boots, only this time she is all grown up.

That is at her bridal shower. She LOVED that game. Loved it. And she told me I would pay for making her do that...I know that she was just kidding though. Right Em? Em? Emmy, please don't make me do anything embarrassing in front of other people. Please Emmy! I'm sorry! I take it back! I'll never do it again!

Typing that reminded me of another time I made her promise not to do something I had done to her.

I don't know why I did it, I am a middle child and maybe it had something to do with my birth order, or maybe it was a full moon. Or maybe Venus was in the seventh house...and maybe I don't know what that seventh house business was supposed to mean.

I was about 12 or 13, so that means she was around 15 or so, and she was taking forever to get done in the bathroom. So I took advantage of that to set up the BEST practical joke of all time. Well, I thought it was. I snuck into her room and slipped under the bed.

After at least a half an hour, maybe not but time passes slowly under a bed, she came it, turned off the light, and got into bed.

I waited for a few minutes, then I slowly slipped my hand out from under the bed...

...reached under her covers...

...and grabbed her ankle.

That's all I did! I swear! She screamed a scream that I will never ever forget as long as I live.

My dad came running, my younger sisters and brother looked out from their rooms. I slunk out from under the bed to looks of disdain from my sister and father.

She was pretty good-natured about some of the things I got up to, and after about two days she started talking to me again. I made her promise not to do it to me, because I hate being scared. Then I checked under my bed every night for about a year.

Gosh, the more I think about it, the more I realize what a treasure my big sister really is. I hope she knows that.