Growing up, I was one of those little girls who weighed about 10lbs at the age of 8. I was scrawny. a skeleton. I may have had the appearance of a
sickly little worm,
but on the inside I felt nothing would bring me down. strong. tough. with a whole lot of attitude.
I had a squeal that would come out of my mouth that would make dogs come running. If i was annoyed, or if my sister touched me,
or if they even looked at me.
‘The squeal’ would come out. I think sometimes I was too smart for my own good.
My Sister and I (Krystal) had bedrooms upstairs in our house right across the hallway from eachother.
And if by chance she ‘annoyed’ me that day (… annoyed= looked at me the wrong way),
then I would wait… wait until she was in her room reading
( i knew she loved to read, and I just had to be patient until she would give into one of her greatest past times).
When I would see her go into her room, shut the door- I would be just a little bit more patient,
wait until she is so mezmerized by her novel… probably Nancy Drew.
I would then take a rope and tie it around my door handle…. very quietly.
Tip toe across the hall and very sneakily wrap/tie it around her door handle.
I was so very proud of that moment!! She had NO idea what I had done…
Again, I would wait.. wait for her eyes to get sore from reading for so long, or perhaps she even finished the book.
While waiting I would play with my Barbies and Ken( ken= barbie with a shaved head).
and then the moment came…
The moment when she wanted to come out and join the real world again.
The door handle turns…. and she pulls…
But the door wont open. of course.
She knew. She knew it was me, and all of a sudden in a shrill voice I heard “KARI!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE SOOOOOO DEAD!!!!!”
From pulling the door open and closing it she was able stretch the rope a little to get a 1 inch crack in the door… thats when I saw it.
Her wandering eye-looking for me (and by wandering eye, i dont mean a crazy eye. just a normal eye, with a mission. to find me.)
We made eye contact.
I am not going to lie, part of me was terrified. I hadn’t thought this plan through.
At some point during the day, she will get out- either by mom or another sibiling… and I will have to face her and her fiery rage!
Oh sweet mercy, what have I done???
I look up at the door again, and I see her little hand wedging through the 1 inch crevice… attempting to un-tie the knot…
I had no other option but to run… run for my dear life. I dropped barbie and ‘barbie’Ken. everyone for themselves!
To this day I don’t remember what happened after that… but I 100% remember coming up
with this genius plan and her little hand wedging its way through the door all squished…I am not sure how she was able to do it.but she did.
Truthfully, I think Krystal learned how to pick her battles with me.
She probably didn’t do anything, and at the dinner table that evening she probably just stared at me, with squinty eyes.