My Mean Sister, MEGHAN!
The Harmonica | The Lightning Rod | The Sled Ride | Poor Big Bird
The Harmonica
I was born on the cold morning of February 16th. When I got my first glance of home, I was greeted by my 18 month old sister. She took one look at this bundle of (Well I wasn't exactly sugar and spice and everything nice. More like sweet and sour) and she hit innocent me on the head with a harmonica. What a meanie!
The Lightning Rod
When I was about 2 or 3, my room was hit by lightning during a bad storm. Luckily both my sister and I were in my parents room when it happened. As a result, I got terrified of night thunderstorms. When a storm began, I went into Meghan's room and slept on the floor. I would ask her alot of questions about all possibilities of getting hit by lightning. She told me that we had a lightning rod put on top of the house after my room got hit. So with that comforting thought I slept peacefully with sweet dreams. A couple months ago, I mentioned something about the lightning rod and there was total sponsilence. It turns out she had lied to me just so she could get some sleep. What a meanie!
The Sled Ride
To this day I hate to go sled riding. When I was 6, my sister and I went sled riding in our backyard. We have a steepish hill and I didn't want to go down it. Meghan told me "Don't be a wuss! You won't get hurt!" So I trusted her. She got on the front of our wooden sled to steer and I got on the back. At the bottom of the hill was our neighbors fence. We took the bottom post out so we didn't hit our heads. We started at the top of the hill and took off. We had to duck under the pine tree branches but that was the least of our problems. At the bottom of the hill was a small bush-like tree. All I could see was the back of Meghan's head. She isn't the best steerer and right before we crashed she yelled jump and I didn't hear her until I had a mouth full of leaves. I hit my head off the trunk type thing. And I didn't go on a sled with her anymore. When I did go by myself, I went down the smaller hill with my bike helmet on. What a meanie!
Poor Big Bird
When I was younger, my favorite stuffed animal was my talking Big Bird. I don't remember what it said but I used to walk around the house with it all the time. Meghan hated this toy. In fact she despised it. Her favorite toy was Big Mutt and I constantly made fun of it because it was very plain and old. One day I was fighting with her and she committed the ultimate sin. She took my beloved friend by the neck and ripped him out of my loving arms. With the bird tucked under one arm, she jolted towards the bathroom. Upon arrival, she stuffed its head into the toilet and pulled the handle. I stood and watched in terror as I helplessly screamed at the top of my lungs. What a meanie!
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