Flying Through the Air! (21/73)

Lawrence and Vicki would fight, make up and fight again. The normal cycle of sibling love.  Once they even resorted to dart practice and used each other as moving targets. Dad and Dot were not home when this would happen and I would be sworn to secrecy. The sibling code. Which I took very serious. So serious that we all lied about how my arm was broken one Sunday afternoon.

As in any family, when the adults are away the children run astray.  Lawrence, Vicki and I were all bored and had the house all to ourselves. What could possibly go wrong. A lot some might say. We were hanging out in the kids living room in the basement. Lawrence was cannon-balling Vicki across the large room. Once she landed on the other side of the room she would run back and he would do it all over again. It looked fun. I wanted to do it too. But of course they both said no right away when I asked.

I was so disappointed, why couldn’t I do it too? They were not supposed to be doing it either so what was the big deal. I did not understand at the time as that thought ran through my head that my safety would be a concern. Like really, it would not be safe for me to be flown across the room in the air. Eventually I was able to talk them into letting me do it or maybe they just got tired of me begging. Either way I was about to have a little air action. I was psyched! I ran over to my bother and sat on his feet getting ready to take flight. Vicki stood on the other end of the room to catch me if anything went wrong. Before I knew it, I was flying through the air!

As I was coming down on the other side of the room I landed directly on my right arm. Bending it backwards as I smashed into the basement floor. Lawrence and Vicki froze as they realized that I was hurt. When they looked over at me, I was cradling my arm in my left hand and trying hard to hold back the tears. It immediately began to swell. It was hurting quite bad too. Instantly we all knew, we were going to be in big trouble for this!

We knew that my arm was probably broken by the way it looked. I would need medical attention as soon as possible, but before we could call my Dad we had to come up with a plan. We all knew that if we told the truth it would NOT turn out good at all for any of us. So Lawrence, Vicki and I frantically concocted a new scenario to explain what happened to my arm. Then Lawrence picked up the phone to call his Mother Dot as Vicki helped me get ready to go home as it was Sunday after all. All I could think in that moment was ‘my Mother is going to be so mad at my Father about this’.