A Story
I have a picture I bought to hang on my walls. When I took it home, my husband asked me why I bought it. It is a black and white print of a little boy and a little girl walking hand in hand down a path. I told Midas that I saw it and it brought back such pungent memories for me…
I vividly remember my first day at school in kindergarten. My brother is three years older than me, so he had been a student at the school for a few years ahead of me. As our parents dropped us off at school that morning, I guess my Mom told him to look after me, and gave him money for lunch for me and stuff.
Anyway, I have to be honest and tell you that I found that first day petrifying. I couldn’t understand who all those strange people were (I was three years old) nor why my parents had left me with them. I was dead quiet in the class - speechless with fear!
At the lunch break, my big brother walked in with a pack of potato chips for me. I remember thinking “Thank God, someone I know and trust!” It was such a relief to know I had not been abandoned. I don’t remember how long he stayed with me, but I know that after the break, at some point during the class, the nerves and fear caused me to throw up - unfortunately - all over myself and to an extent, the little girl next to me.
I guess they called my brother, because my next memory is of him helping me, helping wipe up the mess and taking care of me… I have never forgotten that day!
I have many such memories of my brother - we are closest in age, so there have been many instances of his taking care of me. He is such an incredible gift to me and all of my family - my parents will tell you the same thing. So when I saw that picture, I had to have it. It reminded me so much of how I feel about my big brother - how he makes me feel - safe and secure, cared for and loved! Thank God for you, Pretty Brother………..
September 25th, 2002 at 8:21 am You know, I don’t remember that at all. Seven afraid of something… What a concept! Wow…
September 25th, 2002 at 8:33 am Those lazy ass teachers! Calling your brother to clean up…Different time it was!
September 25th, 2002 at 12:24 pm We both know, Bro, that I’ve always been a wimp.
September 25th, 2002 at 11:16 pm Now Seven, please, you could not be referring to Mad Bull as caring etc….could you? Clearly you jest or are suffering from hallucinations in your early childhood years!!! See, even he cannot recall the incident to which you refer!!!! Anyway, my yute, jus cool. A nuh nutten still. Bredren iya!!
September 25th, 2002 at 11:26 pm Halloo!!! Just because you and Rufie have early memories of things like stabbing one another with dinner forks, and throwing the other’s cat in the fire (My Gosh!!!!!) does not mean we were all - well, shall we just say - strange!!!!!! My pretty brother was nice to me!!! He was!!! In between telling his friends to beat me up , he was very good to me!! That last one is a joke! But, being the brat I was, I did use it a bit to get him back by telling our Mom that when we were kids!
September 29th, 2002 at 12:38 pm Seven, I have put the link to the black porn star in your list of links… Enjoy…