I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see. I sought my God, but my God eluded me. I sought my brother and I found all three. ~Author Unknown
Share one special memory about each of your brothers and sisters.
This is going to be hard to separate out a story for each of my siblings. You see, all four of us were so very, very close--bestie best friends--that most of our stories involve the whole quartet.
We all played games together that was a lot of fun--we weren't exactly rich, but it never once occurred to us growing up because we had so very much fun. We made up our own games.
My mother had these hideous yellow, or brown, or green blankets. Who knows where she got them--they looked like packing blankets, but they were very soft from age. We would roll ourselves up in them and pretend we were enchiladas (I'm a CHEESE enchilada! I'm a BEEF enchilada! We thought about food A LOT). Or if it was just me and Amber, we would pretend we were caterpillars that were cocooning up to turn into butterflies.
We also liked playing "The Potty Police". Amber, Jarrod, and I would be the partiers, but apparently there were police to put an end to such nonsense. We would crawl around on our knees and forearms singing "The party police; the party police--we're running from the party police". Royce would burst in with a superhero stance and say "I'm the party police!" but because of his speech impediment, it came out sounding like "I'm the potty police!!" So a game was born, lol.
Other games we played--Roll Log, which was a death match on the trampoline; Don't Break the Egg, a game that threatened to break our necks on the trampoline; Statues, where three of us pretended to be statues and the last one would pick us up and carry us away; Furniture, which is too complicated to explain. But one of us was furniture...anyway.
BUT! That wasn't the question--they wanted a story for each of us. So here we go. Michael's probably sick unto death of these questions, but here they are anyway:
Amber: Amber and I were only 1 year apart in age (she is a year older than I am), and we shared a room, so we were always really close. So close in fact that she wouldn't think twice about taking a huge dump while I was in the bath. What a ho.
I remember when we were really small, we woke up and excitedly told each other that we had the same dream! Bill Clinton, president of the United States, came to us in our tree house in a limo and gave us an imaginary friend! Amber's was named Faith and mine was named Hope, and then there was Love somewhere out there. They were small and doll like and they kicked us when were being mean.
At night, Amber and I would pretend we had an expansive dream movie collection, and we would choose a cassette to insert into our foreheads, like Lion King, and that's what we would dream that night.
During the winter, we worried the kittens (since there were ALWAYS kittens at our house while I had Sassi) would freeze in the snow...even though they lived indoors...and we rarely if ever had snow or ice. So we would go find socks and we couldn't remember having seen the match to particular socks in such a long time, they must have been lost (or were just our fodder for the year before or after, lol) so we would cut them up and fashion them into a kitten winter wardrobe of sweaters and kitten mittens. =)
Jarrod: Jarrod was the world's best liar. Ever. Seriously, that kid could convince anyone of anything. I remember when we were still living in the trailer, Jarrod told me and Amber that Mom might lose her job and we would have to eat dog food to save money, so we had to get used to it now. We were only 3 and 4 or so, so we took a handful of dried dog food...and hated it. It was so awful! That night, Mom put Frito bean dip on our plates at dinner...and Amber and I started sobbing that we didn't want to eat dog food!!
Amber and I asked him what the sound outside was--it was in fact hail on the roof, but Jarrod told us it was Leprechaun's with x-ray vision that were going to kill us with their laser vision if we didn't hide.
Finally of Jarrod's lies was after he went through sex-ed, Jarrod became convinced and subsequently convinced us that Mom had an STD because she was tired all the time.
But not everything was lies--he used to get on his bike and ride down to the only store in town to get us food during the summer. Stuff we didn't normally get, like sodas and spaghettios and baby food fruit (which we were bonkers about for some reason) and candy bars.
Royce: Royce was the oldest and a bit of a bully, but he had a good heart none the less. I remember one day when we were playing Truth or Dare with some neighborhood kids, Royce got dared to put on lipstick--he ran away, I gave chase, and he threw open the freezer door. I was out cold for like 5 minutes, and woke up hearing them how they should bury me in the yard and tell Mom and Dad I ran away. My siblings are the height of sensitivity.
Dad had built us a tree house high up in the trees--it was awesome, but more of a deck than anything else, and he never finished the railings on all sides. One day, Royce and Jarrod were play fighting with wooden swords up there when Royce backed right over the edge despite Jarrod's warnings. He landed on a pile of bricks. He just lay there staring up at us confused, before saying "Jarrod, I am going to kill you". It was pretty hilarious.
When Dad was sick, we took turns cooking--one morning was his job to make biscuits. Royce left them in the oven for 8 hours while we were at school, turning them into briquettes. He dumped bbq sauce on them and tried to eat them anyway!!
That is all I can do for now--it's just about time for dinner. More later. But I wouldn't trade my siblings for anything in the world =)
~Andie~
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