One lazy summer afternoon in my youth with nothing better to do we devised a wicked new game. Using a rickety ladder I climbed up on the roof and threw darts at a dartboard propped at an awkward angle against a tree down below. My two younger brothers sat under the eaves of the house. They came out to collect the handful of darts after I let off a volley and would then gently toss them back up for me to launch the next round.
I know at least half of your brain is thinking … hell, what an invention. Roof darts, I wish I had thought of that. JD you’ll be rich beyond your wildest dreams! While the other half is thinking … that JD, what an idiot, that’s got to be the stupidest idea since the bass-0-matic.
Anyway, after a few gripping minutes into this endeavor, I fired a volley of three darts simultaneously while withholding another three for individual throws. My elder younger brother thinking that I had sent them all, suddenly came darting out to collect them. At that very moment I loosened a single red dart at the bull’s eye. And I still contend to this day that never as true a twang as ever been tossed in the history of the sport, and I clearly would have hit the bulls eye square, if not for his bone-headed move.
Anyway, the dart entered smack in the back of his head.
The terror I felt in that moment still haunts me to this day. I thought I had killed him … a direct dart to the brain! Without thinking, I jumped down from the roof thus spraining my ankle in the process. Ouch! Such agony as I hobbled over to him. He just stood there looking at me with a blank stare like I was some sort of lunatic.
“Are you alright?” I yelled.
“What?” he returned quizzically
Hell, he didn’t even realize that he had a red dart sticking out of the back of his head like some bloodied single feather on an Indian scout.
I told him to be still as I reached around and plucked the dart out of his head. Like an idiot, I explained to him what had happened. When full realization he had been red-darted hit him, he began balling.
“Wah, wah, wah!”
In the ensuing mayhem, as usual, I got blamed for everything bad in the world. I was subsequently punished. He, no worse for wear, got the sympathy of friends, relatives and complete strangers. Life’s so unfair sometimes!
So what’s the worse you’ve ever done to your brother or sister? What the worst thing they’ve ever done to you?
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Jun 29, 2008 at 01:32:37
Cute story. It’s amazing any of us survived childhood when you think about these stories we all have! Well written and fun to read post. Thanks for submitting!
Jun 29, 2008 at 08:17:02
i often wonder how we manage to survive …
Jun 29, 2008 at 09:32:35
Morning JD!!!! Now that was a funny story thanks for making me laugh.I was the oldest of two siblings and i got blamed for everything i mean everything and they were my mom’s favorites hated it!!So to get back at them i made them eat bugs spiders,ants,worms, only thing i could think of since they hated bugs but it makes a good laugh when we get together because they alway’s bring it up how i made them eat bugs.
Have a great Sunday!!!!!
Jun 29, 2008 at 09:54:37
ah, loved your story and also laughed out loud.
and my daughter when 3 (before her brother had entered this world) willingly ate crickets. walked in to find a rogue leg sticking out of her mouth.
Jun 29, 2008 at 11:50:22
Good thing you weren’t playing the game with sharpened Lawn Darts!.
Jun 30, 2008 at 08:21:30
So what ever happened to your brother? Here brother usually got into trouble~being the only boy. =) The glories of being oldest and female. Sweet write. Have a lovely day.
Ms. Sibling Rivalry
Jul 1, 2008 at 01:54:44
Little brothers were created to injure in inventive ways. I will tell my little brother all about your blog as soon as those badgers let go of his ears.
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