Happy Birthday to My Big Bro

July 4, 2008 at 11:47 am (Uncategorized) (, )

Today is my brother’s birthday.  It is hard to belive that he is turning 37 this year, but I guess none of us are spring chickens any more.  I keep trying to figure out where the last 20+ years have gone.  It seems like it was just yesterday that we were kids growing up. 

There were three of us with my sister being the oldest, my brother in the middle, and then me being the baby.  We were all really close when we were little, but when my sister hit puberty Big Brother and I were no longer cool.  My sister and I didn’t become close again until my teen years.  My brother and I, however, stayed best friends well into our early twenties.

While growing up, we were inseperable.  I was his little shadow.  Whatever he was doing, I had to do, too.  We spent most days outside playing.  Most of the time our activities entailed me making up for being born a girl instead of a boy by doing boy stuff. 

We spent the majority of our childhood living in Montana.  We lived in a very, very small farming community.  We had a small lot that we rented on a  farm.  Our backyard butted up to another farmer’s pasture.  In front we had a small sliver of yard, then the drive that went to the farmer’s house we rented from, and then another section of yard.  At either end of the yard was wooden fencing.  The first section of fence seperated our yard from the barnyard and ran from the fence surrounding the farmer’s pasture to the drive.  At the opposite end of the yard you had the same thing, only it seperated our yard from the farmer’s yard.  With all the open land around us we were never at a loss of things to do.  We were always outside doing something.  Most of our activities revolved around sports.

My brother always some how talked me into playing baseball which always ended with me running back in the house crying with a knot of some sort popping up on my head from where I had gotten hit with the baseball.  He always said it was an accident, but deep down I think he resented me being a girl and took it out on my melon.  I still to this day have a phobia baseballs.

If he couldn’t talk me into playing baseball, then generally he could talk me into playing football.  We never played tackle football, so the chances of me getting hurt were usually much less.  However,  the only scar I have from playing with him I got while playing football. 

Now typically, when my brother and I would play any type of sports, we always played in the back yard.  But on one particular day, I decided that we should play in the front yard.  In the wisdom of my seven year old brain, I thought the fencing at each end of the front yard worked much better for field goals.  My brother agreed so off we went to the front yard. 

I’m not sure how long we acutually got to play.  I’m sure that has been forgotten with time.  But what I do remember is having the ball and running to make a touchdown booking it with everything that my little legs had.  Then suddenly I was airborn crashing head first into my goalpost.  Apparently, instead of the usual tagging that we did, my brother decided to trip me.  Accident or not it hurt and I wailed.  I’m sure the townfolk seven miles away heard my screams that day.

Needless to say, by the time we got in the house I had a knot on my head the size of an ostrich egg, my brother got in trouble for once again trying to kill me with sports, and to this day I have a scar over my left eye from that tragic day.

My brother and I aren’t nearly as close as we once were.  I guess growing up does that to people.  But on his birthday, I tend to be a bit sentimental.  Happy Birthday Big Brother.  I hope you have a great day!! 

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1 Comment

  1. SueBoo said,

    Happy Birthday Capt!! And on this Independence Day…THANK YOU for defending our freedom. You, like the rest of our great military, are heroes. I am eternally greatful!!

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