Monday, October 10, 2005
This is one of my favorite memories of my big sis Deanna, when she broke her arm. The funny thing is how. I'm not laughing at her breaking her arm. I am laughing at how.
Well, we were "sister attacking" on my uncle Benjamin. We weren't winning at all! But then our strongest and bravest warrior deserted us (Deanna).
After a while, he had us all tackled down. He was holding me in his right arm, and Lydia in his left. He swatted aside the other three.
But then, a spark of light! Deanna climbed up on the back of the couch. Deanna gave Dad a smirk, and she tried to Superman-leap onto Benjamin!
For a long second of glory she was suspended in mid air.
Benjamin threw me onto the couch, dropped Lydia, and sidestepped.
Sorrowfully, sadly, and most unfortunately, Deanna missed. She hit the floor with a heavy thud, hidden from view by the couch she had just vaulted over. For about 3 seconds, she was unconcious. And then she took a deep breath and started sobbing.
Dad helped her up and she told him that her wrist hurt really bad. The next day, it still hurt so we took her to the doctor, who said there was a slight break. It wasn't very bad, so she only needed a splint.
When we got home, we were talking about what a landmark in sister attacks it would have been, if she had only hit her target!