After ten and a half years with two brothers, I now have two sisters since my mother re-married. My younger sister (by about 11 months) and I had a bit of a rocky start but as we got to know each other, we were fast friends too.
My sisters lived with their mother and would stay with us on specific weekends and during the summer.
When we were younger, we worked and played together, went to school together and made the most of our summer fun each year.
We rode our bikes around as many neighborhoods as possible and pedaled to the park or the candy store or anywhere we wanted to go. There is no telling how many miles we trekked growing up. Of course, this was before cell phones and video games so the majority of our time was spent outside.
Sometimes in the afternoon or early evening we ran through front yards with sprinklers on. The Texas heat can be unbearable so we took advantage of any means to cool off when needed. We even got caught playing a game underneath the stairs in the middle of the night. We talked and laughed so much that our parents came to investigate and we were busted.
Looking back it seems like we were always giggling about this or that. Something would strike us funny and we couldn’t stop laughing. One night we were in our double bed and our parents kept telling us to be quiet. After several warnings, Garth came into our room with the belt and said we needed to settle down and go to sleep.
Of course this just made it funnier. Then he lightly slapped the belt across our legs (or what he thought were our legs). We had folded our legs up so he was hitting nothing but covers which made us laugh harder. I don’t remember what happened next but I’m sure we were sternly told to go to sleep or the belt would be on our bottoms.
One afternoon we were home alone and a thunderstorm came up. We ran out and danced in the rain but sprinted back in when the lightning got a little too close. Our clothes and hair were wet so we dried off and began looking for another quest. All of a sudden the thunder clapped, the house shook and there was a loud crash. It sounded like a lot of glass breaking.
We screamed and ran to the couch and reassured each other that we were alone and no one was in the house. After a few minutes, we got up and checked all the rooms to see if we could find what made that horrendous noise. We never found anything so went back to what we were doing before the big crash.
Later in the day, I went to get the vacuum out of the hall closet because it was one of my chores. As I opened the door, glass rocks slid out and I jumped back. I shrieked and it felt like my heart stopped. When my heart started beating again and I could breathe normally, I peeked back inside and found what made the enormous crash we heard earlier.
Mom had a big glass vase filled with glass rocks on the top shelf. When the thunder shook the house it vibrated off the shelf and crashed down on the vacuum cleaner. I cleaned up the mess and got my vacuuming done. For two pre-teen girls alone during a thunderstorm we had quite an adventure as part of our summer fun.
Do you have a scary/funny story to share or an adventure from when you were a kid? I would love to hear from you in the comments below.