*I have decided to try something new. I’m going to start sharing memories I have. Memories are like personal stories. My mind is thus full of stories I want to get out before they are lost forever. Some are happy, some funny, some sad, but none should be forgotten. Plus they will hopefully provide ore insight to my poetry maybe even inspire more.*
My younger brother and I were never meant to like each other. I’ve honestly disliked him from the day he was born (not an exaggeration. just wait). It was a cold February day in 2000 (probably like the 28th/29th since that’s his birthday. I don’t really know. I was 2 3/4. I didn’t know what a calendar was yet) when my mom went into labour. I don’t remember much from that day, but what I do made a deep impact on my life.
Since my parents obviously had to go to the hospital and I was definitely not old enough to experience the miracle of life (oh darn), I had to go somewhere. My parents were desperate since the usual babysitter was busy, my dad dropped me off at his co-worker’s house (he’s a teacher so I guess this was acceptable.)
Any who I had no idea who these people were (I still don’t for the record) or where I was ( a house as stated earlier. But was it in Ohio? Canada? Oz? I don’t know). I was there for some time (Again, could’t read clocks so I have no clue) with nothing to do (like really? We couldn’t take like 5 minutes to pack me a coloring book dad? ).
There are a few things I do remember. 1.they had huge stone lions outside of their front door (very interesting decoration pieces). and 2. they had great danes. Oh my. These dogs absolutely terrified me. While yes they were friendly, we’re talking about 2 great danes versus a 2 year old (they were significantly taller than me). All they wanted to do was lick me (and all I did was scream and cry from the couch). I told the lady they were scary. She said they wouldn’t hurt me and didn’t try to get them away from me. I was afraid of dogs for a couple yeas after that.
That night was miserable and I always blamed it on my brother (It’s not really his fault, but he’s my sibling. It’s what I do). It just kinda set a bad vibe on this relationship. Not that it doesn’t have its good points few and far between, but they do exist), but the feeling is mutual. He dislikes me just as much as I dislike him. We try, but it just doesn’t work out when you don’t have anything in common (okay. we have the same parents but you can’t really talk about that for hours on end).
It’s 16 year later now and still not all that close. My first two visits home from college happened last semester and I think he said maybe 5 words to me combined. Regardless, we do ” get along” ( by that I mean not kill each other or send anyone to the emergency room) from time to time. We do have good moments, but no one really ever witnesses them. My parents worry we won’t be talking by the time they’re both gone. And they may be right, they may be wrong. Who knows? That’s a long time away.
Gut feelings are hard to shake. IN some cases, that’s a good thing that can keep you alive (for example if a man offers you a lollipop you should probably say no). In other cases, it prevents you fom having good experiences. So the moral of this story is not to judge a book by it’s cover ( unless it’s twilight. judge away there my friends). Just because it looks bad, doesn’t always mean it will always be bad. Keep that book on your shelf because maybe someday you’ll want to read it and it could become your favorite.