Today I think back to my childhood days. Time of fun and not many responsibilities. Admittedly, I had quite a decent childhood. I was not spoiled, but every now and again, I would get a gadget that other kids might not have had. Particularly my cousin. We would see one another quite frequently during the school year, and then spend most of the summer together. We were thick and thieves.
The only problem with him was that he was older than me, which meant that he always had wilder ideas than me. Every new toy I had had to be pushed to the limits, and so most of my toys ended up damaged in one way or another. Because I always had a ton of fun doing all sorts of experiments with him, I never really dwelt on the issues. Whenever he would leave our house, my parents would inspect the newest of toys. I did not have to say anything. They knew. As long as they did not blame me, I was fine with it. They did tell me to control my cousin, to protect my toys and to feel free to ask them for help. But I was having none of that. I was not a snitch. That I knew for sure.
My younger sibling was always unhappy when our older cousin arrived, because it meant that the youngest would be left to their own devices. We did not want anything to do with “a baby”. The things we did were dangerous. The baby would just slow us down and get in the way. My sibling complained to my parents about me playing with the cousin instead of with them, but it was like water off a duck’s back – I did not care. I had no regard for anyone but myself, really.
One evening, when we were playing upstairs and the adults were downstairs, somehow my cousin destroyed one of my cassettes. Destroy is a strong word. The reality – the tape was out of its casing. All of it. It was a mess. We hid it under the couch, where, presumably, no one would look for a while. I do not remember what was recorded on it, but I believe it was something that I liked, and so I felt my heart squeeze as the destruction happened, but I shook it off. Until my cousin and I were called before our parents. With the tape in their hands, we had some explaining to do.
It turns out that my younger sibling was so tired of not being a part of our group, that they decided to take things into their own hands and bring the evidence of our destructive ways to our parents. It was meant to show how bad of an influence my cousin was, hopefully leaving me all to my sibling. Ever since then we were made to hang out with “the baby” more often. We were extra careful about what we did in front of them.
This was the first time I got busted, tried and sentenced. And the time when I realized my sibling was evil.
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