“Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five.” ~ Pam Brown
My sister, Jan, is three years older than me. Growing up, we had our share of sisterly battles. When the battles broke out, lines were drawn and our bedrooms were off limits to one another. It wasn’t uncommon to see handwritten signs taped to the door that read, “NO TRESPASSING, THIS MEANS YOU.”
After each battle, we’d eventually forget what we fought about, with the help of our mother. However, there is one thing my sister did that I’ve never forgotten. It involved candy, a sleeping bag and lack of oxygen.
It was a Friday or Saturday night and we had decided to have a camp out in the finished basement. We watched a few of our favorite televisions shows and devoured a large bowl of popcorn and then I got sleepy. About that time, my sister said, “Jill…I hid some candy in the bottom of my sleeping bag. Do you want some?”
Within a split second, I crawled head first into her sleeping bag. Next, I heard the sound of a zipper and then darkness. I remember I yelled for her to let me out, but I only heard muffled laughter. I kicked and screamed. There was no air. I was smothering.
What felt like hours, but was really only a couple of seconds, my sister unzipped the sleeping bag and my lungs inhaled the air. She laughed and I tore up the stairs to tattle on her. The camp out was officially over when I hung the “No Trespassing” sign on my bedroom door and crawled feet first, into my bed.
Today, my sister vaguely recalls the night she almost suffocated her only little sister. I can laugh about it now because I know she was only playing. However, I do blame her for my claustrophobic tendencies that I experience today. Thanks, Jan. You’re still the greatest sister!
Did you battle with siblings, cousins or friends?