Siblings and memories

I thought of writing a blog on each one of my Brothers and Sisters, but I don't really want to put aside that much time and effort. Besides, I only want to share a couple of my horror stories that I have on my mind.

Living in Cedarville:

I remember being in a car seat sitting next to Chrissy and Michael, while dad was driving through the pass. I was trying to tell them something and they kept saying "Spit it out Jason! Spit it out!" So, I kept turning my head and literally spit. I don't know if I ever said what I was trying to say.

I remember being in the van with Michael and Chrissy as they played. I also remember them bailing out of said van once the parking brake was released. I do remember still being in the van as it rolled down the driveway, across the street, and into our neighbors yard. I don't remember if I was standing up while this whole thing happened. More than likely I was standing up between the front seats as Michael and Chrissy were the ones "driving".

I remember sitting at the table next to Chrissy with a tack in my hand threatening to stick it in her leg. I don't remember if we were fighting or playing. (Chrissy and I didn't fight as much as Kelly and me) But I remember Chrissy saying "Do it Jason! Do it!" So, much like "spitting it out" I followed the direction of my sister and "did it". She screamed and cried and ran to her bed room.

Alturas -

Michael used to fart in a jar, cover it with his hand, walk up to me, put it under my nose, and remove his hand. The jerk.

Michael had a birthday party or a sleep over at our place. I was the little brother, and wasn't allowed to hang out with them in the boys bedroom. Once the door was open and I was allowed to go into the room, I found that they left a lot of M&M's on the floor. So, I ate them. Found out later that he and his friends tried to melt said M&M's.... by farting on them.

Hurst -

I pissed Kelly off, so she went after me with a belt. I was maybe 10, and she was maybe 8. Oh I forgot to mention that the buckle end of the belt was hitting me. Your not supposed to hit a girl, but I don't know why I didn't do anything to stop her. The only thing I did was curl up in a ball.

Honey Grove -

It was after church, Kelly and I were in the parking lot... fighting. I was probably 16 and Kelly 14. She swung at me, as if she were going to punch me in the nose. The punch didn't even come close, but it did trigger my reflexes. I slapped her. I remember the shock on Kelly's face, and then she started to cry, and ran to the car. I walked into the building to get Mom and go, but she was talking to a group of women.
"Mom, we need to go."
"Not yet, Jason."
"Mom we really need to go!"
"What is the big rush?"
"I just slapped Kelly."
"We need to go." Was her reply.

Ok the last one really wasn't a horror story, well not from my perspective. I still remember mom telling Chrissy and me that we could slap Kelly if she needed it. Mom denied ever saying that after I actually slapped Kelly.

I can't think of what a horror story that involves Aaron. I'll have to think them up and write about that on a different day.....