Today is an anniversary of mine. Actually it's a Golden Anniversary that I share with my brother, Michael. Michael is 4 years older than me. Fifty years ago today, when I was nearly 5 and Michael was 9 years old, I was hit by a car... and it's all Michael's fault.
Michael was on his way to the 5 and 10 store to get decorations for his bike so he could ride it in the 4th of July Parade in our hometown. The 5 and 10 was right down the street from our house, but you had to cross one busy street to get there.. I wanted to go with him, so he let me ride on the back of his bike.
We got to the drug store on the corner and Mike told me to wait there, with his bike... that he'd be right back.So off he went to the 5 and 10. I was not too happy to be left behind, guarding his stupid bike! I wanted to help him pick out his decorations!!!
So I followed him and with no regard for my safety, stepped right in front of a car! Now I have absolutely no recollection of this event. I don't know if I was hurt, or if I had to go to the hospital. I'll have to ask him if he remembers. I mostly remember because he reminds me every year that this happened. If he does and tells me, I'll be sure and pass the info on!
You know what? I don't even know if Michael got his decorations or if he was in the parade that year! Maybe that's why he pulled down my pants and shoved me out the front door when I was 21. He was a real joker like that... or maybe he was still bitter about me messing up his parade plan.