Tom & Jerry
It was 1976. For those that don't know that year the UK had an incredible heatwave, every kid in the country was sunburnt, fires started in fields (nothing to do with me!) and a drought was well under way.

I was 7, she was 6. We were in the sandpit. Dad had spent weeks building it. Cats had often shat in it overnight which meant Dad had fashioned a wooden cover for it. Being a helpful kind of child I had helped him build the cover....and kept the hammer.

I built a superbly crafted sand-castle. Turrets, little windows; the works! She found a previously undiscovered, dried-up cat shit and stuck it into my castle, ruining the aesthetic appeal completely (though I didn't think quite those words at the time). What I did think was, "Hit her on the head as hard as I can with the hammer". So I did expecting a comedy red bump to quickly appear like those in the cartoons, hopefully with little yellow birds flying around her head.

She collapsed in a funny pile with all her limbs seeming to have more corners than normal.

Went and got Mum and told her what had happened. Ambulance called....had to go with Mom to casualty with my sister. Fractured skull, concussion, general chucking up for two days. Dad got called back from working in Asia and went fecking ballistic.

We subsequently had a paddling pool, which was nice.

I'm now 35 and get on great with my sister. It definately affected her mind.

Oh, and I'm now a priest :)

Bless.........
( Fr_Jerry_McGwier looked over both shoulders at, Fri 19 Aug 2005, 1:25, Reply)