I really didn't know what to call this entry but recently I did am manipulation with a picture of me and my sister from 1978. We were both three when it was taken beside my mamaws house.
She was something else my little sister. She didn't care to tell you exactly what she thought and we were always in trouble.
Seems if we weren't sneaking out before my parents awoke, we were setting the garbage can on fire or..- smiles-..
I remember one time when were probably almost three, we had snuck out of bed really early and behind out living room couch we had an old green and white fold out kids table with two chairs we use to color on.
Now my mom and dad were rather deep sleepers so we usually got away with quiet things, but I digress.
In the 70's for those of you who are not old enough to remember, we had Flintstones vitamins. Yes , I know they are around today, but these were in a large glass economy size jars without child proofing and well they tasted a WHOLE LOT better than they do today.
Anyways, we took one of the little chairs and scooted it into the kitchen and climbed up onto the counter and got them out of the cabinet then quickly pulled the chair and the bottle of vitamins into the living room behind the couch.
My mom thought it best to teach us before we ever went to school how to read, write and count, so as we read the directions to open the bottle we dumped them in the center of the table and began to count them out.
Two for her, two for me and so on till every single one was divided up.
Then, we proceeded to bite first their heads off then their feet then the bodies.
Needless to say when we were done we had a stomach ache, a very ticked off mother and we pooped rainbows for a week.
I have very few memories of my sister, but the ones I do have...Are priceless.
Not long after that we were playing in the rain that ran off from my mamaws tin roof and both became sick. They thought it the flu and sent us on our way, but we just got worse and my mom and dad working, what little free time was they got they rested and it was just me and her.
Then one day I remember tugging her in the house cause she fell down and she couldn't breathe and my mom grabbed her up and went to my neighbors to call my Uncle to come get them, I didn't see my sister again, though I remember I was took a few hours later and sat outside her room.
At the funeral I couldn't understand why everyone was crying and why my sister wouldn't wake up and play with me.
A couple days after her funeral I was placed in quarantine and I stayed there a month while they did every test imaginable to see if I was infected as well.
Once they figured out I was clean I was sent home but by then the damage was done and mother had a nervous break down.
She swore she talked to my sister and every time they would leave the house she swore she waited in the big window till they got back.
I wont say I don't believe in the supernatural, because I have seen and heard weird things I cant explain...
And if there is such a thing I know my little sister is watching out for me, no matter how big I get....