I have two sisters and one brother. They are all younger. I’m sure you could tell I’m the oldest! Without hesitation I have one memorny, with one sibling, my brother, that haunts me.
It was summer. I was maybe 11–can’t recall exactly but it seems based on other events in the cogs of my memory, I was eleven.
My brother was perhaps five at the time. He wasn’t really wild–certainly not compared to my Li’l Man. He was a calm child.
My dad was at work and my mom, on the road, selling Sandak Sandals. I was home babysitting–I was mature for my age and responsibility has always been part of my life.
Dear brother was a honey-fiend. We bought it in those giant tin containers and poured it out into more manageable containers for our everyday use–probably a canning jar.
My mind is foggy. It’s tried to forget. The minute details it has–as you can tell. What it will NEVER forget is what happened that day.
My parents would take the honey from it’s “sugar” state to the pourable honey we’re more familiar with by placing the container in the microwave. If you’ve ever done this, it takes but mere seconds.
I was upstairs.
I heard a scream that still makes my skin rise in bumps and sends a shiver through my soul.
I ran downstairs and there, in the kitchen, in front of the microwave, was my brother….SCREAMING!
As I approached and came closer, I witnessed something horrific…MELTING FLESH!
He had mimicked my parents and put the sugared honey in the microwave. I imagine for MINUTES. Long enough for it to BOIL. When he went to take the honey out, he tilted the jar and it splashed or somehow got on his forehead, the bridge of his nose and under his eye. BOILING HONEY was rolling down his face and taking his flesh with it.
I snatched him up, ran upstairs to the bathroom, filled the tub with COLD water and just started submerging my brother’s face. I’d pull him up. I’d hear him gasp. I’d push his face back under the cold water. I kept going until his flesh was still and no longer liquid beneath the honey.
When all was quiet again I called my dad who came right home. My brother greeted him with, “Dad, Julee tried to drown me!”
He still bears the scars of that horrible afternoon. They have been minimized by plastic surgery, but if you look carefully, you can tell.
2. What was YOUR naughtiest childhood memory? (Must be something YOU did, no pawning it off on someone else!)
When I was three I was rotten. I mean REALLY rotten!
There are so many “naughty” things I could put here…but the one I’ve NEVER been forgiven for was:
My aunt was pregnant.
She was craving peaches.
I heard this and decided I wanted a peach.
There was only ONE peach.
My mom made her give it to me.
Told you I was rotten.
With a great grin, I walked out the front door.
I mounted my tricycle.
I rode that bad boy all the way down the front sidewalk to the side of the road.
I looked back at my aunt.
I took a bite of that delicious peach and then…..
Then…I chucked that sucker into the street!
3.) Where do you like to go to relax?
If the kiddos are down, I’ll lounge in a really, really, really hot bath and read a book.
Most of the time, I just sink into my bed and call it the end of a day.
4. What was the last thing you won?
A game of FREE CELL.
Then there’s the two posts that made it to the Write for Charity Anthology!
5. If you could be on a game show, which would you choose?
Okay, this one I’ve thought about long before this post.
I’d go on Biggest Loser to lose my weight, then head out to some deserted island for SURVIVOR, I mean, I’d be HOT after biggest loser and could use beauty to accompany my brilliant mind…from there, I’m crossing the finish line of THE AMAZING RACE with my brother!
Go ahead, share your answers in the comments….I double dog dare you! ;)