I think it’s fair to say that the fights my sister and I have had are legendary. Over the years we have “knocked lumps off” each other during some wrestling bout or other. No one has the power to wound and irritate like a sibling. Fortunately, I have to say that our physical rumbles stopped when my sister got married and I think that was only because she had someone else to beat up then!
One particular incident has come back to bite me on the arse on more than one occasion. I recollect that one day as small children whilst we were playing aeroplanes; you know the game where you grab someone by the ankle and arm and lift them off the ground to spin them around? Being the tallest sibling, I was always the spinner whilst my sister was the one being spun.I became tired and a little dizzy myself and inadvertently managed to bash my sister’s head against the lounge wall. Fortunately, for my mother’s immaculate Laura Ashley wallpaper, it was a bloodless incident; although to this day you can still see the faint indentation where my sister’s head collided with the wall. Frankly, we were lucky indeed that my mother’s Edinburgh crystal and Royal Doulton had survived the impact; had that happened we may have been put up for adoption. I seem to remember that as a result of this incident, I was on restricted privileges for a week whilst my sister was elevated to invalid and golden child status.
My sister has continued to milk that particular injury throughout the years; constantly reminding me that she will be on medication for the rest of her life for crippling headaches as a result of that particular childhood accident! Although, I think most of her headaches have been caused by the kids and her rather good friend Remy Martin!
Your sister is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defence attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she’s the reason you wish you were an only child. ~Barbara Alpert