Two weeks ago, I shared my mean game of hide-and-seek. Last week, I tattled on my sister. This week, my brother gets to be the center of attention.
Before I do, however, I need to put in a disclaimer. My siblings and I generally got along well, and I have happy memories of childhood. These stories became our own family moral tales--incidents of lessons learned. (My sister is still hoping that I write about the time I told her to eat the banana growing in the garden. Apparently banana peppers are very hot!)
This is the story of my brother learning to respect the belonging of others.
My sister loved her hula hoop. It swirled around her, making a satisfying swish-swish sound. My brother couldn't figure out what made the noise. To satisfy his curiousity, he cut the hula hoop open. My sister was devastated about her prize toy's destruction. My dad handed her a hammer and my brother's train engine.
After the train's demise, no other toys were harmed.
Thanks for a happy childhood, and patient parents.
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