It was normal day just like any other. I was about eight or nine, my brother was five, and my sister was less than an year old. We were just being kids that day, jumping around on my parents bed, having fun. We were supposed to keeping an eye on my sister and that's what we were doing. It's no fun to just sit there and watch her, so we were trying to make her laugh, jumping around and acting crazy.
Here's where the details begin to get a little cloudy. I don't know how it happened exactly, but you know how babies' heads are really soft and the skull has yet to harden? Well, for some reason, my brother dented my sister's head like a ping pong ball, only it wasn't popping back out. She was screaming and wouldn't stop, so we began to panic.
It was obvious that something needed to be done and with me being the oldest, I took it upon myself to fix this dent in my sister's cranium the only way I knew how. The only training that I had was fixing dented ping pong balls. I knew from mashing on the sides of the ball around the dent that sometimes you could fix it, so with this knowledge, I began mashing on my sister's head around the dent trying to get it to pop out. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her head returned to it's normal shape, much to our relief.
Not wanting to get into trouble for this, my brother and I both swore never to speak of this incident again and we kept this secret for many years until just a few years ago. We figured because my sister did not end up retarded or anything that we could finally bring this story to light. Who knows what effect that day had on my sister's mental capacity. Maybe she would be a genius today if not for our irresponsibility. We're just glad she turned out normal.
2 comments:
kthanks for the laugh. I wonder if your sister would be brillant too! I don't ususally comment on mundane things but this made me alugh spontainiously--loved it. Thanks for the share.
Shelly, thanks for your comments, glad share.
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