The good ole days
Well its almost the weekend and I probably wont journal this weekend.
So I decided to write one last entry today, and one with happy feelings.
When I was a kid me and my three brothers lived in a single wide mobile home. My Mom and Dads bedroom on one end, mine and my three brothers on the other end. My brothers and I slept in the same bed, the bottom bunk of a bunk bed.
At bedtime it was a constant battle for my Mom to get us to go to sleep. We got the constant ," If I have to come in there" speech.
One night we were laying in bed and acting up as usual. I was probably 10, my brothers were 5 and 4. We were playing a game where one of us would sneak out the window, run around the house, then crawl back in and back in the bed.
We had done this a few times and of course giggling and daring each other to do more.
About this time my mother came in because she could not take it anymore. She proceeded to reach into the bottom bed and smack whatever she could reach. She left with a "Don't make me come back in here"!
After the door slammed my brother, the 5 year old, peaked over the window and snuck back in. The whole time my mother was spanking 2 kids instead of 3. We just laid there and took the beating without saying a word. Both of us afraid she was going to discover she was missing one kid.
Im 44 years old and just now told my mother this story recently. She was shocked and surprised. But I think after 34 years we got away with it!
So I decided to write one last entry today, and one with happy feelings.
When I was a kid me and my three brothers lived in a single wide mobile home. My Mom and Dads bedroom on one end, mine and my three brothers on the other end. My brothers and I slept in the same bed, the bottom bunk of a bunk bed.
At bedtime it was a constant battle for my Mom to get us to go to sleep. We got the constant ," If I have to come in there" speech.
One night we were laying in bed and acting up as usual. I was probably 10, my brothers were 5 and 4. We were playing a game where one of us would sneak out the window, run around the house, then crawl back in and back in the bed.
We had done this a few times and of course giggling and daring each other to do more.
About this time my mother came in because she could not take it anymore. She proceeded to reach into the bottom bed and smack whatever she could reach. She left with a "Don't make me come back in here"!
After the door slammed my brother, the 5 year old, peaked over the window and snuck back in. The whole time my mother was spanking 2 kids instead of 3. We just laid there and took the beating without saying a word. Both of us afraid she was going to discover she was missing one kid.
Im 44 years old and just now told my mother this story recently. She was shocked and surprised. But I think after 34 years we got away with it!
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