Russia
Alexy
Aljona
Arina
Artyom
Dasha M.
Dasha S.
Dima
Dima Zh.
Irina
Ksusha
Kristina
Margarita
Misha
Nastya
Nikita
Olga
Ruslan
Sasha
Zhenya
Zhenya B
My brother John was sitting on a stack of chairs and I was gripping one end of a broom. He had the other end, and may have been a little bit stronger (at the time). I was four and he was six or seven. Finally, I pulled so hard I let go of the broom and my brother fell off the stack of chairs…and broke his wrist. I guess you shouldn't play tug of war on a stack of chairs.
While John was at the hospital I was at some movie for some
reason I still don't know. The next time I saw him he was in a big cast
with a big sling. He wouldn't really talk to me, and neither would my
sister. Well of course she couldn't, she was only three months old. The
person who seemed the maddest at me was my dad, who just had come back
from Argentina they day after John broke his wrist. He gave me an experience
that would scare me for life (or at lest for a while).
After everybody had eaten the next night, he took me for a ride. I didn't really know where we were until he said we were at the corner of Austin and Augusta. He pointed to a big building and told me it was jail. He kept yelling at me, "Do you want to go there, huh?"
"NO NO NO!!!!" I cried back.
This really scared me. Was I actually going to go to jail? No I wasn't. But being so little I had no way of knowing that at the time. I was so relieved when he drove back to our house, but was still confused. I wasn't a criminal; I mean I was only four years old. I didn't mean to break my brothers wrist. It wasn't entirely my fault because my brother was the one who decided to climb up the stack of chairs and play tug of war. I just let go, and it just happened.
I only had three days to digest all this when early one
morning there was dew on the ground… I loved soccer, so I ran to the
ball as soon as I got outside. And as soon as my foot hit the soccer
ball I flew up in the air and landed on my right wrist. There was no
John to blame for this. He was still inside and I was all on my own.
The next thing to do… SCREAMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I screamed so
loud that- well there's no simile for this one, I really just plain screamed
really loud.
I'm sure the visit was terrifying for me, but at least I now got the sympathy vote too. The thing that had gotten unnoticed in all of this was that my baby sister had not cried really this whole time. She had just been good and probably got not much attention during this whole time period. Now back to the story.
Since my brother and I both had broken wrists, he talked to me a little more. We still played together in our back yard, but our course they hid the broom from us. What I still don't get was why I was so punished for it. It was an accident, what I did and I was sorry, very, very sorry for it. So I don't remember the really little details and my parents don't either about, if my Dad was still mad at me for a while. What I do know is that I became a nicer person with my brother (at least for the time). We didn't fight as much and if we did in the future, we never used any objects at all. Neither one of us wanted a broken wrist again.
Whether this is a good memory or a bad memory isn't the
point of this story. To be honest, it's kind of a scary memory. However,
that still doesn't mean that it wasn't meaningful. Being driven to a
jail and being asked if I wanted to go there wasn't exactly fun, but
there was a point to it. Even though I thought I thought that I did nothing
wrong, obviously my dad did. To this point in my life I have never really
physically hurt anyone, stole anything, or just anything that could get
you into jail. So I have to wonder myself if that could be the reason.
When I was older, I asked my Dad about it and guess what I found out; it wasn't even jail, it was just some random building on Austin and Augusta. Now I've gone past that building numerous times and I cannot believe that it scared me at all.
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