When I was eight, we had a new home built in Kaysville,
UT. We were renting and living in
Bountiful during the interim, having moved from California a year earlier. Most of our evenings and all of our Saturdays
were spent at the new homesite, inspecting and making sure all was going
well. This led to a lot of boredom for
us three boys, and we often got ourselves in trouble. On one Saturday afternoon, my oldest brother
Tony had done something to make make me really mad. I don’t remember how or why, but I remember clearly what
happened next. Tony was out at the front
curb playing on a tractor that was being used to grade the front yard for a new
lawn. I was in the kitchen, and took an
apple from the fridge and went out on the front porch. With all my might, I chucked the apple as
hard as I could across the forty feet to where Tony sat. To my glee, the apple creamed him right in
the side of the head. My cheering was
short-lived though, as I let out a yelp and took off for safety. He of course hunted me down and gave me a
pounding. But it was so worth it.
LESSON LEARNED: He
who has the might, wins the fight. For
those of us more slight, best to take our flight.
FEEDBACK: WHAT MEMORABLE
RUN-INS DID YOU HAVE WITH YOUR SIBLINGS WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG?
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