It has been my experience that if you sit down at your computer, not really knowing what you are going to blog about, the entry will not actually make it to the site. Seriously, this happens to me approximately twice a day. I sit down to write an entry and I don’t know what to blog about. Thus, I throw my hands up in surrender. Maybe for another day.
But today is not so! Drum roll please…
Sam is my older brother. He’s only older by 18 months. When I was little, I always tried really hard to catch up with him in age. I was devastated when I came to the realization that we actually age at the same rate and that I would never be able to catch up with him. Nonetheless, we had some good times growing up.
People always thought we were twins. We used to be the same height, even though he was older than me. We both had red hair and freckles. And if I remember correctly, we might even have had the same haircut. Thanks mom.
We used to play tackle football in the front lawn. Just Sam and me. I thought it was great. What I didn’t realize at the time was that our daily 10 minutes of full-force tackle football was his excuse to beat the crap out me without my knowledge. I was a bright kid, but I was blinded by my love for Sam. He would kick the ball off and I would catch it, run across the yard with all my might, and Sam would proceed to clothesline me. Then I would kick it off and he would catch it and run at me with full-force. Sometimes I would take it and he would bull me over. Sometimes I would politely step aside and “let him” have the touchdown. “It’s only because I feel sorry for you!” I would say. That was my fantastic excuse.
My heart often needed inspiration in order to really prepare for the next punt return. So, in the 1/2 second of hang time in his punt, I would tell myself I’m a rhinoceros. I’m a huge pissed-off rhinoceros. And I’m gonna catch the ball and be the rhinoceros that I am and GET THAT TOUCHDOWN. You do what you have to do, I suppose.
I remember one time we were out front for our daily game of football, we both had braces. I returned his punt and ran like the rhinoceros I was straight at him. We collided and began wrestling for possession of the ball. When we finally came out of it, I had sore teeth and bruises all over my arms, and he had a huge scratch down his forearm. In all the chaos, somehow his arm had made contact with my braces. My teeth hurt so bad. We looked at his arm to find that he was bleeding! Victory was mine! That was the last football game I can remember with him.
Growing up, I was probably closest to Sam out of everyone in my family. Our nightly routine consisted of us sitting on his bed, listening to music, eating Skittles and playing chess. Sometimes we would shake it up and play Brain Quest. But we would make jokes and laugh and eat more Skittles. The night would usually end with my dad waking up and sternly tell us to break it up and go to bed. We would crack each others backs before going to our own rooms to call it a night.
I have thoroughly enjoyed the years spent with Sam. Even though we grew apart when he moved out, I still love him and I miss spending time time with him! He makes me laugh.
Happy Birthday, Sam! Just because it’s your 21st birthday doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want, though. So don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! I love you :)