Reading a post this morning on hiawathahouse.blogspot got me to thinking about some of the dangerous things my sister, brother, and I got into growing up. Back then children played outside more, with whatever was available. The crazy ideas we came up with!
Jackie, Shelby, Melba
Once upon a time I almost chopped off my brother's big toe with the ax. Seriously! We were very young. I'm thinking maybe four and five years old. Had I been older and stronger, his toe may have been chopped off. Only bits and pieces of this story do I remember...like a wood pile, the ax, the back yard...and telling Jackie to put his foot on the block, that it felt good. I struggled to pick up the heavy ax, but somehow lifted it and let it drop, on his toe! I remember the screaming, and crying and excitement of mama or daddy, or both, running out. This story was told many many times through the years! His toe healed, by the way!
Shelby, the oldest and the ring leader was full of ideas. Once she tied a wire from tree to tree in that same back yard where the toe chopping took place. I suppose she was dividing off the back yard for playing, you know, my space, your space! After putting up the wire she went running to the house, ran into the wire, fell, and broke her arm. I do remember her blaming me, telling Daddy that I was the one who put up the wire, causing her to fall. The story didn't stick though! :)
Then there was Jackie, again! He and two other boys tied a rope on a tree limb. All three climbed the rope and were hanging on...Jackie being the last to climb and was hanging on the bottom. The rope broke! All three fell, Jackie hitting the ground first and the other two boys landing on top of him. Jackie's arm was broken in two places. This required surgery and a pin placed in his elbow. Jackie's arm was never normal again. He could never completely straighten his arm.
With a little thought I could write more of these stories. These were probably the most talked about.
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