Your Coolest, Goodie-Roonie, Sib Memories.

[Sigmund]

Hola!

My Baby Brother (he stands 6', 200 pounds) and I are TIGHT! Yay!

We had this thing. I would make a ginormous plate of enchiladas and we would cut/chop up the enchiladas and separate them into two halves. On the same plate. We would then go watch a tv show together and throw a munch.

I don't know how this came to be but we enjoyed it. It was just us and it was cool.

My Big Brother (eldest) and I would get our week's snacks (We were only allowed to buy ONE snack each on Fridays. We chose a Dr. Pepper and a bag of peanuts to share.) and watch a horror show on Friday night.

Those memories...are so special to me. It wasn't a big thing, I guess. But, it was. Is.

Peace.

(My son is an only child. It couldn't be helped.)

 

[BeverleyMarsh]

Being in front of the tv with my older brother doing voice overs of Mulder and Scully in the X-files when we were teenagers. We would be up until the early hours and would laugh so much. We had made up this whole ongoing mundane parallel plot to the real one, we loved it. Now my brother and I hardly talk anymore, he's always really busy and I feel I've lost touch with him that's probably one of the last real memories I have of just us being brother and sister without worrying about all the adult stuff that was to come .But yeah, that was a good thing, it was so real. I can never read "the last rung of the ladder" without crying.

 

[Lily Sawyer]

No sibs, so my memories are with friends that I met at the age of 3 in a preschool and kindergarten. I finished school with the majority of them.

Watching the Saturday Night Live original cast and not getting most of it.
Eating Lipton chicken noodle soup with a friend.
Sleepovers with a core group of 5 friends. I'm sure the parents wanted to sit on the roof when we were all together.

 

[Grandpa]

I'm an only child. No literal sib moments.

But my childhood friend Curt and I had more war stories than I can relate or even remember.

And being an only kid, you sometimes develop affinity with other only kids. My friend in town, John, and I are "brothers from different mothers." We'll start talking, and our wives will give up trying to follow. John's wife says we're "talking in tongues." It's just the language of parallel personalities.

My kids share sibling bonds that sometimes I envy, because none of our kids are alike, they probably wouldn't be friends if they weren't related, but they have a chemistry and a fierce loyalty among them that's transcendent. I'm glad that we could do our part in instilling it. I'm just a little sad that it's something that I'll never know for myself.

 

[not_nadine]

Two older sisters.

Eldest.. sister. Paddy growing up I thought my mom and her were friends they grew up together. 13 years older she would spray my hair in second grade.school picture. flip hair thing in a third grade school picture. Damn it is still out there somewhere.

My other sister.. Marianne. took me to all concerts. I had no idea who I was seeing. But now that I know.. I saw a lot of good bands. Not that that is important. But it was... at the time.

 

[mustangclaire]

Another great post Sig.

I have an identical twin sister, she is my only sibling. I remember when we were living with our grand parents in Hastings (our home town). In the evening (Summer), the two of us used to go for walks through the town, up onto the cliffs. Looking out over the Old Town, and the sea. We'd find a path down, and drop down into the Old Town and wander around through all the little hidden twittens, stumbling upon secret courtyards and the most beautiful buildings, tucked away. And when we were much younger, I remember we used to sneak into each others bed and sleep spooned up together.

 

[Sundrop]

It was just me and my brother growing up. It's been just me for 16 years.
So many great memories..........I couldn't choose just one if I tried.

 

[GNTLGNT]

...I'm an only...I figure I was supposed to be twins, but somehow all the DNA got mushed up into one Giant pile....

 

[swiftdog2.0]

I got along OK with my older sister growing up. We are closer now that we are older.

My little brother and I are a completely different story. Never got along very well when we were younger and still don't now.

 

[Sigmund]

I'm an only child. No literal sib moments.

But my childhood friend Curt and I had more war stories than I can relate or even remember.

And being an only kid, you sometimes develop affinity with other only kids. My friend in town, John, and I are "brothers from different mothers." We'll start talking, and our wives will give up trying to follow. John's wife says we're "talking in tongues." It's just the language of parallel personalities.

My kids share sibling bonds that sometimes I envy, because none of our kids are alike, they probably wouldn't be friends if they weren't related, but they have a chemistry and a fierce loyalty among them that's transcendent. I'm glad that we could do our part in instilling it. I'm just a little sad that it's something that I'll never know for myself.

>>hugs<<

Yes, sir.

I think I understand.

My John is an only child. He has a a gaggle of cousins and best,and bestest friends ... but it will never be the same. John always wanted a sib and he would have been THE coolest big brother in the world. Bar none.
I don't mean to ...make it any worse. But I guess I will.
I worry about John. A lot. He already had to bury his best friend, his father. I cannot fathom what he will have to go through when he has to bury me-Momma.

I can only pray he has a wife a child or two when I die.

Peace.

 

[Sigmund]

No sibs, so my memories are with friends that I met at the age of 3 in a preschool and kindergarten. I finished school with the majority of them.

Watching the Saturday Night Live original cast and not getting most of it.
Eating Lipton chicken noodle soup with a friend.
Sleepovers with a core group of 5 friends. I'm sure the parents wanted to sit on the roof when we were all together.

Being in front of the tv with my older brother doing voice overs of Mulder and Scully in the X-files when we were teenagers. We would be up until the early hours and would laugh so much. We had made up this whole ongoing mundane parallel plot to the real one, we loved it. Now my brother and I hardly talk anymore, he's always really busy and I feel I've lost touch with him that's probably one of the last real memories I have of just us being brother and sister without worrying about all the adult stuff that was to come .But yeah, that was a good thing, it was so real. I can never read "the last rung of the ladder" without crying.

Thank you.

>hugs<

 

[Sigmund]

No sibs, so my memories are with friends that I met at the age of 3 in a preschool and kindergarten. I finished school with the majority of them.

Watching the Saturday Night Live original cast and not getting most of it.
Eating Lipton chicken noodle soup with a friend.
Sleepovers with a core group of 5 friends. I'm sure the parents wanted to sit on the roof when we were all together.

I'm an only girl (AND middle child). Hung out with my girl cousins sleepovers. We LOVED the Lipton chicken noodle soup in the middle of the night! (My uncle would yell out, "GO TO SLEEP!!!!)

 

[Sigmund]

It was just me and my brother growing up. It's been just me for 16 years.
So many great memories..........I couldn't choose just one if I tried.

I'm so sorry for your loss

>>hugs<<

Peace to you.

 

[not_nadine]

>>hugs<<

Yes, sir.

I think I understand.

My John is an only child. He has a a gaggle of cousins and best,and bestest friends ... but it will never be the same. John always wanted a sib and he would have been THE coolest big brother in the world. Bar none.
I don't mean to ...make it any worse. But I guess I will.
I worry about John. A lot. He already had to bury his best friend, his father. I cannot fathom what he will have to go through when he has to bury me-Momma.

I can only pray he has a wife a child or two when I die.

Peace.

((Sigs)) Yes. I hope so too. Get that boy moving... Tell him we all said so.

 

[Kurben]

Never had a sibling growing up but i did have a friend that i got to know at the age of two. We were best friends all through school and she loved to do pranks. Once she lived in apartmentbuilding where they had a kind of little balcony over the entrance to the building. We used to stand there with a filled up 1 L container with water and when someone entered we poured some water over them. We heard a lot of words we probably wasn't supposed to hear and we never got caught.

 

[Riot87]

I had an older brother but he isnt around anymore i miss him.

On a more postive note i remember back in Kingston when my sister and little brother & I used to tell scary stories & we would end up scaring eachother lol.

 

[BeverleyMarsh]

((Riot87))

 

[Scratch]

I was kind of rough on my little brother. I figured if I liked something he would too and sometimes things got taken taken too far because he was more sensitive than I and less of a thrill seeker. This then is the story of Johnny Indykacko and my comeuppance.

Johnny Indycacko was the name of the guy who lived in the abandoned house across the road. Johnny wore overalls and brogan boots with a pillow case over his head and a large fedora. Johnny showed no skin in his long sleeve shirt and leather work gloves. Johnny slept standing up in the chimney with only his pants legs and boots showing in the cold fireplace. I dragged my brother there many times to see telling him to be perfectly quiet lest we wake him and he become enraged and showed him the legs standing there. Johnny always spoke in a low growl. Johnny was slow but if he caught you he would eat you.

The only time Johnny left the chimney was if there was a cousin around who could play him or lead my brother to him while I took the role. Johnny was a horror. Just the name struck terror in the heart of my eight year old brother. I must have a bit of evil in me because all summer I relished the role. I stuffed the pants legs with some of the old clothes strewn about and broom sticks for the fireplace and it is a wonder I didn't get spider bit from the old clothes I put on. "He gets mad when you call him Cako Indyjohnny" I would gleefully taunt knowing he would accidently do so at some point and the chase would be on. I never chased him farther than the road. Johnny was a homebody. Never onto our property. There has to be a safe haven, an olly oxen free, for the fear to work. There has to be a line not yet crossed that you fear will be.

Maybe I was tired of the game. I had plumbed that vein to the nerve endings by the next June. I had built Johnny into a mountain of lore and myth and never once betrayed he was anything other than real. He was a strange one. He drank standing on his head and only a pan of blood. "See the stained pan in the corner?" He would crawl up the chimney at night and stare at our house and you could see just the top of his head from the living room window. I said whatever would scare me because I knew it would scare my brother too.

But I was starting to get sloppy. I was pushing too far. I pretended to hve a fight with him in a musty old closet while my brother dutifully waited outside and I was putting on the Johnny clothes. He must have had some crises of concience to run off without me when he saw Johnny step onto the porch and taunt "I got your brother and now it's your turn". I stepped across the road and chased him to a Juneapple tree that had dropped the hard tart fruit we loved better than the sweet ones or the Granny Smiths. I had broken the rule and chased him to our house. He stopped and picked up a nice hard one and with perfect aim hit me right in the eye. He then picked up apple after apple and pelted me with them until I could get out of those clothes yelling now in my own voice, "it's me! it's me!". He was completely surprised it was. I wore a black eye for over a week.

I was proud of him for that. He had drawn his line. This far and no farther.