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Brotherly Love
This is a small clip from a story I am still currently working on.
From the day Mom brought me home from the hospital, Jonathan was my idol. Being that he was only twelve months older than me; I adored his every move and wanted to do everything he did. He, however, had a much different view of me. My earliest memories of my brother all involve him trying in every way possible to get rid of me.
For example, when I was three-years old, and Jo was four, one of our favorite shows to watch was ‘Mr. Rodgers' Neighborhood.' All of you who grew up watching this show can appreciate this story. One day, while watching this particular show, my brother and I learned all about the U.S. Mail system. I can specifically remember Mr. Rodgers telling us that if we stick a stamp on a letter and put it in the mailbox, the mailman will come by, read the address, and deliver the letter to its new destination. I can remember him telling us that the mailman can help a letter get to anywhere in the whole world. If I had looked over at my brother, I would have seen his eyes gleaming with delight at a new idea. But, I was myself too interested in the show.
Later that day, my brother told me we are going to play a game. We are going to play ‘mailman.' He asked me if I wanted to go to Disney World. And like any three-year old, I jumped at the idea. Who wouldn't want to go to Disney World? “Okay,” Jo says, “I will help you get there.” My loving, caring brother then proceeded to cover me in stamps from head to toe. Every possible area of my body was covered with stamps. If there was a spot on my body where a stamp could be put, he put ten. He then led me out to the mailbox. He told me to stand there and wait for the mailman to come. He told me that when the mailman came, all I would have to do is to tell him I want to go to Disney World, and he would take me there. I, of course, believed everything he said. I can remember being so excited. I was going to Disney World! And how easy it all was; I couldn't believe we hadn't tried to go to Disney World before.
I stood by the mailbox for quite a while. In the mean time, my mother was busy cleaning the house. When she stopped to check on my brother and me, she was surprised to find my brother alone in the living room, watching T.V. with the biggest grin on his face. She asked him where I was, only to hear that I was on my way to Disney World. Immediate shock hit my mother. “Where is she Jonathan?!” He just pointed his finger to the large window in the front room facing the street. In a wild panic, my mother opened the door and screamed, “Kristin Michelle get in this house right now.” I slowly made my way across the yard to the house. When I reached the front door my mother asked me what in the world I was doing. “I'm going to Disney World, Mom. Do you want to come?” I thought my mother was going to kill my brother and me both. She spent the good part of the next hour scrubbing stamps off of her screaming three-year old daughter. All she could say was “Wait till your father gets home! Just wait!”
The funniest part of the story happened when my father came home. When he finally did come home, after what seemed like days to me and my brother, he was greeted with the usual, “You will not believe what YOUR son did this time!” My brother and I could hear my mother tell my father in such fury and anger the whole story as we hid in the boys' bedroom. But, what my brother and I heard next, we will never forget. My father did not yell; he did not get angry; he did not even speak for several seconds. Then, all at once, he broke into the loudest laughter I had heard all day. Jo and I could hear my mother saying things like, “It's not that funny” and, “She could have been hurt.” But my father just kept laughing.
Stories of my brothers attempts to rid the world of this strange creature they call a little sister are now legends among a multitude of family and friends. They love to hear about all the ways he tired, but never succeeded. But, no one loves these stories more than my brother himself. To this day, he still laughs at all he did to me as a child. Whenever a story is told, he responds by laughing and saying, ‘And it almost worked, too!' or ‘that would have worked, too, if Mom hadn't have stopped me!'
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From the day Mom brought me home from the hospital, Jonathan was my idol. Being that he was only twelve months older than me; I adored his every move and wanted to do everything he did. He, however, had a much different view of me. My earliest memories of my brother all involve him trying in every way possible to get rid of me.
For example, when I was three-years old, and Jo was four, one of our favorite shows to watch was ‘Mr. Rodgers' Neighborhood.' All of you who grew up watching this show can appreciate this story. One day, while watching this particular show, my brother and I learned all about the U.S. Mail system. I can specifically remember Mr. Rodgers telling us that if we stick a stamp on a letter and put it in the mailbox, the mailman will come by, read the address, and deliver the letter to its new destination. I can remember him telling us that the mailman can help a letter get to anywhere in the whole world. If I had looked over at my brother, I would have seen his eyes gleaming with delight at a new idea. But, I was myself too interested in the show.
Later that day, my brother told me we are going to play a game. We are going to play ‘mailman.' He asked me if I wanted to go to Disney World. And like any three-year old, I jumped at the idea. Who wouldn't want to go to Disney World? “Okay,” Jo says, “I will help you get there.” My loving, caring brother then proceeded to cover me in stamps from head to toe. Every possible area of my body was covered with stamps. If there was a spot on my body where a stamp could be put, he put ten. He then led me out to the mailbox. He told me to stand there and wait for the mailman to come. He told me that when the mailman came, all I would have to do is to tell him I want to go to Disney World, and he would take me there. I, of course, believed everything he said. I can remember being so excited. I was going to Disney World! And how easy it all was; I couldn't believe we hadn't tried to go to Disney World before.
I stood by the mailbox for quite a while. In the mean time, my mother was busy cleaning the house. When she stopped to check on my brother and me, she was surprised to find my brother alone in the living room, watching T.V. with the biggest grin on his face. She asked him where I was, only to hear that I was on my way to Disney World. Immediate shock hit my mother. “Where is she Jonathan?!” He just pointed his finger to the large window in the front room facing the street. In a wild panic, my mother opened the door and screamed, “Kristin Michelle get in this house right now.” I slowly made my way across the yard to the house. When I reached the front door my mother asked me what in the world I was doing. “I'm going to Disney World, Mom. Do you want to come?” I thought my mother was going to kill my brother and me both. She spent the good part of the next hour scrubbing stamps off of her screaming three-year old daughter. All she could say was “Wait till your father gets home! Just wait!”
The funniest part of the story happened when my father came home. When he finally did come home, after what seemed like days to me and my brother, he was greeted with the usual, “You will not believe what YOUR son did this time!” My brother and I could hear my mother tell my father in such fury and anger the whole story as we hid in the boys' bedroom. But, what my brother and I heard next, we will never forget. My father did not yell; he did not get angry; he did not even speak for several seconds. Then, all at once, he broke into the loudest laughter I had heard all day. Jo and I could hear my mother saying things like, “It's not that funny” and, “She could have been hurt.” But my father just kept laughing.
Stories of my brothers attempts to rid the world of this strange creature they call a little sister are now legends among a multitude of family and friends. They love to hear about all the ways he tired, but never succeeded. But, no one loves these stories more than my brother himself. To this day, he still laughs at all he did to me as a child. Whenever a story is told, he responds by laughing and saying, ‘And it almost worked, too!' or ‘that would have worked, too, if Mom hadn't have stopped me!'
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Brotherly Love
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