I was thinking about my brother earlier this week; he celebrated his 51st birthday just a few days ago, and it had me thinking, once again, about where all the years have gone. It seems like only yesterday that we were kids.
Anyway, so I started reminiscing about our childhood days, so many great times, and I traveled back in time to a funny memory involving both my brothers and myself. One of my favourite moments (although it wasn’t much fun at the time...)
Rewind to a long, long, long, long time ago...I must have been about 7 or 8 at the time...a long time ago...
I woke up one school morning and headed to the breakfast table where a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice was waiting for me. My two brothers were already there when I sat down, and they were snickering and snorting and watching me intensely with an amused look.
Squinting my eyes in suspicion, I asked them what was so funny. They wouldn’t tell me. They just continued to laugh. And steal glances at my cereal bowl. Wait... Steal glances at my cereal bowl? I looked down and...AHHH...there...AHHH...smack in the middle of my Rice Krispies...floating in the milk...AHHH...was a bug. A silverfish, to be precise.
I squealed in horror and my brothers roared with laughter. They were so clearly amused by all this that I often wonder if they were waiting for me to eat the darn thing before saying anything. Just a friendly little childhood prank on their little sister, right?
And now that I think about it, I wonder whether my irrational phobia of bugs began right then and there. It’s possible it did. Ah, siblings...
(I bet you’ll never look at Rice Krispies the same way again.)