My brother loves to tell this story. Everyone likes to tease me about it. It is funny to hear now, but I bet my brother did not think it was funny when it happened. Did I mention he is my 'Big' brother. That's what you get called when you are older than your sister or brother. Big. Not that T was that huge or anything, but he is 7 years older than me, so therefore, my Big Brother. I have always loved him a lot. Probably more than most sisters love their brother, because he kind of takes the place of having a Dad around. He is the only man in our family, even if he is just a boy.
One day, so the story goes, I was outside playing with kids and dogs and having a great time. We lived by an empty lot that was called the 'Park'. There was really no grass or play equipment, just a field that was in the middle of town and kids gathered there. I usually had a family dog with me called Pouchy. All my Mom had to do was call my name or the dogs name and even if she couldn't see me in the tall weeds or grass, Pouchy would start to jump as high as she could and bark. My Mom always knew I was with the dog, or the dog was with me from the time I was really small. Well on this day, the dog kept barking and I would not follow it home, so Mom sent T after me. I was 3 years old, but I guess I could be a hand full. T tried to get me to come with him, but I wanted to play right where I was and would not budge.
He finally scooped me up over his shoulder and started carrying me home. He was pretty strong at ten, but I was fighting him as hard as I could. According to him, I was screaming and kicking and mad. Then he got mad and screamed so loud my Mother came running outside. She saw blood and thought I had been hurt bad. But no, it was T that was bleeding. I bite his ear to make him put me down. He carried me all the way into the house before he put me down. He likes to say that I bit his ear off. Well, I always say, "Why do you still have two then?"
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