What has become a legendary story around our church all began one rainy summer evening in around the year 1984. That day, all day, my sister Chrystal tried desperately to interfere with my playing with my G.I. Joe men (not dolls) and transformers. We were stuck inside all day due to the rain, and I was content playing in my room with my cool toys. Problem was, Chrystal was not content with her toys and wanted to play "army" and "transformers" with me.
Now, let me say. My wife, being an only child, does not understand how our two children Alex and Grace, just can't play together all the time. Grace too, wants all the time to play with Alex and his "Legos" and "transformers." I, on the other hand, understand, and try my best to protect this much needed 'alone time between the boy and his toys.' It just isn't right to have your sister play the part of Megatron, Cobra Commander, or have her steeling that one large blue flat piece you need to finish constructing that awesome space ship out of legos. So Alex, I understand and got your back....
Back to our story: That day Chrystal seemingly was constantly interfering with my play time. I was about 10 at the time and Chrystal around 7. Mom, had given in to Chrystal's unjust demands and had instructed to me let her play with my transformers. That is when it happened...I got the idea that would forever symbolize mine and Chrystal's relationship.
"Chrystal, you stay in here and build a fort, and I will go into the living room and build mine and then we will battle!" I said.
"Really, thanks Bub, that will be great." Chrystal replied. Off I went into the living room; but not to build a fort, but instead a trap.
Now, let me say, most who know me have already realized that I have quite the 'imagination.' That day it was working overtime. Instead of building a fort, I reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out a brand new box of dental floss. I began placing my trap.
At the end of the hallway there was a coat closet and Chrystal's room. I, using the hinges and articles behind both doors, used the dental floss to make a way to trip Chrystal as she walked down the hallway. I, even at that age, new one piece would not do it, so I went back and forth until I felt the trap was strong enough. By that time, I was very proud of myself and was about to call for Chrystal, but then I had another idea.
Instead of just tripping her, I could make like a spider web that she would have to break through. That would be funny. So, like Charlotte for an incredible pig, I began spinning my web. Back and forth from top to bottom I stretched out the dental floss. Soon I realized I had used the entire roll of dental floss. And the best part was, it was virtually invisible with such tiny thread and the lights turned out.
I visioned in my mind Chrystal running down the hall way and hitting the floss and falling through it while all of us laughed and made a fun memory.
It was then I set on the sofa where I could see down the hall way. I then called out "Chrystal, Chrystal, come quick you have to see this...HURRY!"
My bedroom door swang open and Chrystal came running down the hall. My smile grew larger with every step she took. It was then she hit the trap. It was all just like I had visioned...Chrystal runnind down the hall, hitting the floss...but she didn't fall through it. Where was the laughing? I immediately heard a scream...and so did mom downstairs. I turned on the lights, and to my horror found my sister laying on the floor in the hall with blood on her face, arms, and legs. Mom came up and saw her and screamed and went to pick her up....she didn't see the floss either. Luckily, for me, it was just a nuisance to her and she wasn't hurt. By that time I had a big knife to cut my way through the floss so mom could get to her.
Stopping and thinking about it, I sure am glad no one walked in at that time to see my mom screaming, me with a large knife, and a bloody Chrystal lying on the floor.
Anyways, I cut the floss and mom got to Chrystal and all was well.
Seemed that because of the amount of floss I used, instead of just breaking when she hit it, it became like small paper cuts that cut Chrystal's head, arms, and legs.
Needless to say, I got a serious spanking when dad came home....but to be honest, it was worth it and I would definitely had done it again.
Classic!
