my brother is 26 today. which makes me old. i don't remember him being born. i just remember being at my aunt susan and uncle jack's house and their dog, gideon. i remember getting up in the chair with my mom when she was nursing my brother, and, yunno, "playfully" hitting him in the head. yes, it is my fault he acts that way. whatever that is. i remember setting him up in different situations, trying to get him to do things that i knew i would get into trouble for doing myself. so then i just got into trouble for making my innocent little brother do them for me. i didn't say it was a smart plan. i remember him running in front of my toy horse swing at the park, and him hanging onto the bottom while it drug him through the dirt. i was unable to stop. that was not as much my fault. i can remember us playing outside in the woods for hours, making cars go through sand and barbie dolls go through hell. we made "people salad" together once, making paper dolls and putting them all in a bowl. yes, we were pretty deranged. but what imaginations! at his 5th birthday party, i almost hit another 5 year old because he wouldn't let my brother play with his nerf bow and arrow. i can still hear little 4 year old julia screaming through the woods, "you better watch out! she knows ballet!" and i rared back and then - there was my father, grabbing my balled-up fist. dang it.
years have gone by, but i am still prepared to punch someone if they don't do right by him, my only brother.
happy birthday fer! tonight's gonna be a good, good night ;-)
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