Memoir

A funny memory I like to recall frequently was from a time when I was a much less responsible and intelligent person. Flashback to when I was ten years old. I had a close friend who lived merely two houses down in my neighborhood. We would play games and hangout almost every single day back then. We used to do the craziest things and have the craziest times. Well, that day, it was a warm summer day and I decided I would go over to the neighbors and spend the day there. My mom was gone for the day with my Grandma and my dad was working a side job for a friend, so rather than stay home alone all day, I wanted to hang out with my friend. My friend had this older brother who was four or five years older than us and was old enough to know right from wrong. He used to force us into these stupid situations where one of us would either wind up hurt or in trouble. I don't know if he thought it was fun to take advantage of us, but it was idiotic and childish and it happened pretty frequently. For some strange reason, we always listened to him and trusted him too, no matter what stupid things he made us do. So anyways, back on point. I was over there that day and they had a swimming pool so we decided to go for a quick swim, considering how hot it was outside. After swimming for a while, we went inside where it was cool and we all decided to watch TV. The Disney movie, Aristocats was on and considering me and my friend were pretty young, and Disney movies are pretty cool, even looking back as an adult, we decided to watch it. Well, about halfway through, my friend's older brother decided to join us, which looking back was fine and all, but it was what happened afterward that drove me to stop trusting him. He had this habit of making us play stupid games with him where he would boss us around and make us do humiliating things. Well, his brilliant plan for us was to pretend to be cats. Like I said, I was young and stupid and looking back, I was ridiculous as a child. So my friend and I had to pretend to be cats while he was our owner. He locked us in a plastic Fisher-Price castle and told us each to sit in the round corner tower. Well, these castles had a plastic round platform in the tower at midlevel, so the kids playing in it could stand on it and look out of the tower. He had my friend sit underneath of it and me on top of it. We had this glassware container in the middle of the castle sitting on the ground, full of Cheez-Its. We had to ask his permission to eat any. Now I kind of realize he had a thing for control. So I had been asking and asking for some and finally he gave me the go-ahead. I reached for the crackers and learned then that you weren't supposed to sit on those plastic platforms. I fell face-first forward into this bowl and cracked my head open. Naturally we all freaked out and ran upstairs, where their father proceeded to tell me I would need stitches. So we called my parents and my dad came and picked me up and took me to emergency where the doctor stitched me up. My friend's brother felt like an ass after all this happened, and for good reason. I never listened to him and his stupid plans nor played any of his dumb games again.