Hey hey! Before I delve into some childhood memories, I want to warn you all about something. Over the next few weeks, my blog may be less food centered and a little more random. If you’ve been reading my posts, you know that my current home is a hotel, and although I do have a kitchen, it’s hard to cook fun things on a daily basis. Also, work may be getting a little crazy over the next few weeks, which means less time for elaborate meals (not that my meals are really that elaborate anyways). 🙂 With the way things are going, my posts may revolve around dealing with change and stress more than anything else. LOL!
Oh and one more thing, my computer is being a little slow right now, so this post may end up picture less. Sorry!
Most of my favorite memories occurred after my sister was born. I always wanted a sibling, so even though having to share everything with someone new was hard, I wouldn’t change a thing from my childhood.
I grew up an only child for almost seven years, so by the time my sister was born, I was very “mature.” It’s funny though, my mom tells me that growing up I always acted older than my age. For example, when I was about six, my grandparents came from India to live with us. This was right before my sister was born. My grandfather and I would watch TV together every night, and at 9:00 pm, I would get up and turn off the TV and declare that it was my bedtime. Mind you, my parents had never stated that 9:00 was my bedtime – I took the initiative and decided that for myself. See, I’ve always been 70 at heart! 🙂 My mom says that with me they never had to worry about a thing – bedtime, homework, grades, etc. My sister, on the other hand, was always a handful (love you, Aek)!
I think the memory that my sister and I always reflect on when we get together occurred when she was about 5 and I was 11 or 12. We shared a room at this point, and as we were falling asleep one night, she started telling me about how she kissed two boys (on the cheek) at school. Me being the crazy older sister that I was got up and went crazy. I started crying and asked her how she could do this. This in turn made her cry. I ran downstairs into my parents room and woke them up. I told them about the “shameful” thing Aekta did. My mom got very upset with me for waking them up and told me to go back to sleep and take my sister with me. THEY DIDN’T THINK IT WAS A BIG DEAL! At least not at midnight. LOL! I was still appalled with my sister and didn’t talk to her at all until the next day. I guess you could say I overreacted. Oops!
Here’s where the brat of an older sister in me comes out! Whenever my sister would “act up” or not do what I wanted her to (ie, get me a snack, give me the remote, etc.), I would break out with the “Hairy Scary Monster” trick. If you watched Full House growing up, you know what I’m talking about! Basically, if my sister didn’t do what I wanted I would say, “Ok, I don’t want to do this to you, but you give me no choice…Hairy…Scary…Monster.” She would then scream, but being the stubborn person she is, she still wouldn’t do what I wanted. So then I would say it again. Again there were more screams but usually some action on her part. If not, I had to extend out the third one because if you said it three times, “the Hairy Scary Monster” would “show up.” I was pretty good at getting Aek to do the things I wanted her to, but after a few times, she figured out that there was no monster, and I had to resort to the “I’m older” line. It still works to this day!
There are so many more stories I could share, but I’ll save them for another time! What’s your favorite childhood memory? Did you and your siblings stir up trouble growing up!?