Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Challenge for the week.........I choose to accept!

L to R: Me, My brother and My sister.


Here is the Challenge

5.) Write about something mean you did to a sibling growing up
A bit of history before the story:

I lost my father when I was nine years old. I was pretty traumatized by this because I was a 'Daddy's Girl', and I could not get over loosing him.

So keeping that in mind, I was always looking for ways to communicate with him. In Prayer. In Church. Having a seance. Talking to the stars. As a child you always have hope. Since I was in another state when he passed away, I would pretend that my dad went away, and would someday come back home. (I did get over this, when I was Pregnant with my first child).

Anyway, I talked my mom into letting me get a Ouji board. Her being very strict Catholic was totally against this idea, but my grandmother, (fathers mother), (whom also was Catholic), did talk my mom into letting me get it. (I still have it today, only because of the memories).

When I got the Ouji board home, I just could not wait to use it, because I was going to finally get to TALK TO MY DAD! Here was the one think that could connect me! I can not express in words the happiness I felt because I missed my dad so very much!

I patiently awaited nightfall, because spirits do not come out until dark. I lit candles, because the light draws them in. My mom and I worked that Ouji Board. She was so patient with me, and her heart must of been breaking for me at the time. She allowed me to come to my own conclusion that the board really did not work, and that muscles on your wrists made the thing move, because you just could not hold your hands "LIGHTLY" on it for very long!

Anyway, fast forward a couple of years. My younger sister by about 1 1/2 younger than me, and then my younger brother by about 4 years.

I had a sleep over with a best friend. We were bored. Mom never allowed a TV in our house, so we always had to come up with something to do. It was October, but not Halloween. I think the time frame was close to that holiday though.

Anyway, my friend and I were in my room. (I clued mom in on my plans). I got the Ouji board out, and talked very loudly so that my siblings could hear. I turned the light off. Lit a candle so I could see.

Then I would announce loudly: "Spirits! Spirits! Come for a visit!"
Wait for a minute.
"Spirits! Spirits! Come around! If you are present, Drop a book on the ground!"

Then we would drop a book loudly so that my siblings could hear it.

I did other things, like making the light come on, and go off.
Banging open and closing the dresser drawers.
Doing different things very loudly.
But what really got them was when the door opened and then slammed shut!

I am not sure exactly what was going through my Sister and brothers mind, but about 20 minutes into all this, my sister goes screaming out of the house. My brother on her heals, and 'he' runs over to the only tree in our yard, and HUGS IT! My mom had to pry his arms off the tree!

I had to work very hard to convince both of them, I had made it all up! Because they would not come back in the house.

Yes it was Mean! But we have had a ton of laughs over the years about it.
Other than that, I was a good kid!
(snicker, snicker)

5 comments:

Sam_I_am said...

oh my gosh, that is hilarious. I have a Ouija board too, but I don't use it anymore.

Paige said...

That is a great story-- I love torture than involves planning!

good work!

Yellow Jacket Ridge Angoras said...

Oh that is too funny!

Dan said...

That was funny. Planning is always crucial when it comes to being mean to siblings. {*grin*}

Diva Ma said...

okay I was mean, but that was MEAN!