Saturday, October 22, 2016

Sad Story: Ladder on Head

At one point in my childhood, my brother Zach and I shared a bunk bed. Like all bunk beds it had a ladder. Like all pre-2000's things made for children, it wasn't exactly super-safe. As for one is that the ladder wasn't nailed, welded, or glued to the bunk bed. It just kind of rested there. And I remember Zach dropping it right on my head. The ladder hit me hard enough to miss school, and on school picture day too. So I wasn't in the yearbook because of him. 

6 comments:

bj said...

well, that was kinda mean but sometimes siblings can act goofy and it hurts the other.....

Christine said...

I am so glad you lived to tell the tale, scary!

Plowing Through Life (Martha) said...

That is sad!

Huggybear said...

I think this incident is funny.
I am sure your brother didn't mean to whack you
on your melon (head that is!).

I wonder can your brother, Zach find another ladder and
really give a good whacking to the head of Trump??
One thing for sure it won't effect his "brains", they are floating
somewhere in cyberspace around the planet that he and his weird mob
live on and hopefully after 8th November promptly return to.
Colin

Stephen Hayes said...

Glad you didn't suffer permanent damage.

Kay said...

Oh ouch! I always wanted a bunk bed. Sigh...