I am one of three children. I have two older brothers, one 7 years older than me, and the other 4 1/2. I was extremely spoiled by them, as well as protected.
For some reason, they still love me, or at least that's what they say. I suspect my parents are paying them hush money to keep the truth at bay. Let's face it people, I was evil. Until I was older, the boys would always take the heat for me if I did something wrong, providing they could fool my folks. I'm not going to tell you about any of those times in detail because my parents read this blog, and they might not know about all of them. I'm probably deluding myself about this, but I'm good at ignoring the obvious. You know what I mean. You THINK you are fooling your parents, but they really know about everything you do. Even if they don't tell you about it. Ahem.
I was pretty shy as a child and it took me a while to make friends. My brother's always let me hang with them, as I was a bit of a tomboy, and not prone to preening or crying jags. I remember one of my proudest moments was hearing one of my brother's friends say, "your sister is pretty cool, she's just like a guy!" My, how times change things.
One of the games we used to play was "Samm Starr." Truth be told, I've no idea where that came from or why we picked it, but it stood for "Secret Agent Movie Star." Hey! We were kids. We also thought the double letters rocked, because it made us sound like we were hot spit.
All three of us would wear be packing a squirt gun. The only difference was I would be the one wearing sunglasses. I was a Secret Agent, assigned to catch the bad guys. We would run and hide, but no matter where they were, I would sniff them out because I was cool that way. I probably could have been James Bond's sidekick. In my mind at least.
When I would find them we would exchange squirt gun fire, and ultimately, I would BRING.THEM.TO.THEIR.KNEES. Or not. The result was that we would all end up pretty wet, but very happy. To this day, both of them will quite often refer to me by the name of Samm.
I have alot of memories from growing up. Sometimes, I think I could write a book about it. It's one of the things I truly love about blogging. I can write about them here, and my children can read about it, and realize just how lucky I was to have brothers that loved me so much. I'm hoping that they'll have memories of growing up together when they are my age.
For now, I'm just happy when they get along because sometimes folks, I'm not all so sure they'll make it to their next birthday.
Comments
LOL, i remember games like that. got to love indulgent brothers. You were lucky, the next youngest was ten yrs older then me, then 12, 13, 14 yrs older...
I might as well have been an only child..ah well.
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Posted by: KaraMia at February 2, 2007 6:32 PM
Hi, Michele sent me! It's nice to read such warm memories of siblinghood-- makes me hopeful that my boys will someday feel the same towards each other.
Posted by: SilverDragon at February 2, 2007 8:15 PM
LOL! That IS a great memory! I don't remember much from before my teenage years... I've tried a few times... really CONCENTRATED on trying to remember things -- but, hey... I'm lucky to still have HALF my brain! Ya know? Old geezer that I am.... I bet your girls really enjoyed this story!
Posted by: Melli at February 2, 2007 8:35 PM
I'm the older of two. I have one brother. I used to beat the S*** out of him until he reached about 12. The tables turned, he grew and I've never been able to whomp him since.
It's not fair.
At least you take responsibility for being an evil kid. That's more than most people will admit.
Cheers!
Posted by: Carol at February 2, 2007 9:00 PM
Fantastic post!
Memories are beautiful.
Have a wonderful evening.
*^_^
(=':'=) hugs
(")_ (")Š from
the Cool Raggedy one
Posted by: Raggedy at February 3, 2007 12:22 AM
What a great story. There were only the two of us (I was the older) and we had the best time. We used to play "house" out in the backyard when Mama was mowing. She would mow us "rooms". Whenever we finished, she would go back and finish mowing down the "walls". It sounds hokey, but we really enjoyed it.
Posted by: Judy at February 3, 2007 9:28 AM
Funny I read this this morning...I'm thinking my two kids aren't going to make it through the day not to mention their next birthdays...
Posted by: fauve at February 3, 2007 1:18 PM
My sister used to sit on me for half hour stretches. I'd like to think that if she was a brother, she'd have been more protective. But it probably would have just hurt more when HE sat on me.
Posted by: carli at February 3, 2007 4:44 PM
What a great memory, I have a lot myself & occasionally post them, I know what you mean about your kids though, I always tell my oldest who has no patientice with her younger siblings that someday her siblings will be the only people around who has known her nearly her whole life & she should treasure them. She doesn't buy it in the least!
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Posted by: Becky68 at February 3, 2007 5:25 PM
What a great post. I was the oldest, and so I usually wound up on top in our wrestling matches - which happened fairly often. I often wonder how my younger sister viewed our childhood.
Posted by: bob at February 5, 2007 9:20 AM
