The misadventures of Batgirl

Being the oldest sibling of 3, I've pulled my share of wedgies. One sister Prunella, is 2 years my junior whereas Brunhilda, is ten years younger. As I was in care for most of Brunhilda's childhood, it wasn't so many wedgies (though the ones I did counted threefold) and only a few great stories about she was really a gorilla we rescued from the mist and had to shave her in order to return to the states. I think I even told her my parents used depilatory on her as she slept and that this was why she enjoyed watching the Lion King so many times.

Prunella got the worst. Though to be fair, she gave as good as she got. Somewhere in my attic is a photograph I took of her with a black eye I had given her for calling a rather nasty word. The photo was meant as a reminder to be nicer to her institutionalised sister when she was home for weekend passes.

One favourite incident was when I was no more than 6 or 8 and we were living in Everett. We were in the kitchen and I had somehow convinced my sister to stick her tongue to the freezer wall. I think it was curiosity that drove me to dare her and my curiosity was sated to see that her tongue did indeed stick to the freezer wall. My fascination and good humour quickly dissolved into fear when I realised she was stuck. I was more worried about the royal arse flogging I would be in for than her walking down the aisle with the freezer affixed to her mouth.

My parents eventually managed to free her from the icy grip of science but not without sacrificing a good bit of her tongue which remained stuck to the freezer wall for a good while after. I did feel a cloud of guilt as my poor sister's mouth bled profusely and she had difficulty eating for sometime after. The big sister in me still sniggers when I think of her being stuck to the freezer.

# posted by batgirl13uk : 3:00 AM