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Girlie-Boy
By Danielle Mundy
Thursday, April 14, 2005

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Ok, so some of this is artistic license...but it's true for the most part...I had to write a story about a memory for my English 111 class. Since my real memories are kind of too personal to share with a teacher that I barely know...I pieced this together from several memories ;)


My brother is a sissy. I thought this to myself as I watched him tear across the backyard with the graceless trot of a hippopotamus. He was going inside to change his shorts -- for the second time -- because he’d gotten a little dirt on his skinny butt. Looking down at my own dirty fingers and scraped knees, I snickered over the fact that he was more of a girl than I was. I tossed my baseball carelessly up in the air, catching it as it arced back down, waiting for my "sister" to come back out.

"Hey," that familiar voice washed over me, bringing that tingly flutter of awareness flooding to my stomach. I turned shyly to look at him, leaning on the gate between our yards, his dirt-smeared muscle shirt revealing summer-bronzed skin. Dan. My neighbor. He was older than me, knew all of the best places to ‘hang out’, and I was slavishly grateful that he allowed me to tag along with him and the older boys sometimes. He pushed long hair out of his eyes and smiled with the boyish grin of one who knows what a smile like that would do to a girl.

"Hey," I replied lamely, resisting the urge to make sure my ponytail was still pulled back smoothly. "Whatcha doin’?" Continuing to toss the ball in the air, I made my way to the gate and him.

"Walkin’ to the woods. Wanna come?" The woods. I had sneaked there before with him. It always felt like a covert mission when we went; not being discovered the main objective. All we ever did was climb trees, but I got to watch those boy-man muscles bunch and ripple as he climbed ahead of me. YES, I want to go!!!!

"Yeah, that’s cool." I tossed my glove on the ground and was jumping the fence when sissy-boy came clattering back out. Ugh. Now I was going to have to sneak away from him too.

"Dani, where ya goin’?" He came to a clumsy halt at the gate, fresh shorts clean and spotless.

"What’s up, Sean?" Dan greeted my brother and had him drooling in admiration like a puppy. Dan was the only older boy - well, the only boy period - that tolerated my girlish baby brother. Sean gave a lopsided smile, but didn’t answer. "We’re goin’ to the woods. Wanna go?"

Oh no. I fairly groaned out loud. Now I had two options: leave Sean behind so he could rat me out to "The Mother" or let the little wimp tag along so he could whine about getting dirty or scraping his pasty little knees. I didn’t want Mom to know where I was going; she’d ground me for at least a week. But I didn’t want to take Sean with me either. He was so embarrassing.

"We’re probably climbing trees, Weenie. You wouldn’t have fun any ways." I held my breath, hoping he’d wimp out but not tell on me either.

The little blonde irritant had the nerve to give a wide, gap-toothed smile. "S’ok. I’ll watch." I let out a disgusted breath of air and swung my leg up on the metal railing. Sean opened the latch and walked through the gate as I landed catlike on the other side of the fence. Dan and I walked side by side, him batting at my ponytail and me punching him in the arms, while Sean trailed behind us like toilet paper stuck to our shoes. We slid down the hill and into the shadowed seclusion of the woods. Tossing me another of those careless, stop-your-heart smiles, Dan immediately scrambled up the first tree he came to. Wiping my hands on my shorts, I monkeyed up right behind him, the rough texture of the bark biting into my fingers as I climbed higher into the tree. Sean poked around below us, daintily picking up sticks and tossing them back to the ground.

Dan and I shared a branch for a few minutes, looking at ants and such scurrying through the trees, when that whiny voice drifted up from below. "I want up there, too." I rolled my eyes and spared a glance down at the ground. Big blue eyes stared up owlishly, shining with hope that I could levitate the geek boy into the tree.

"Climb on up then, Spaz," Dan laughed down at him. Giving my branch-mate an irritated shove, I watched as my brother tried -- and failed -- to find a foothold. I sighed audibly and ignored a wave of embarrassment as he slipped back down the tree as though it were greased. I only allowed a few meager attempts before I took pity on him (and myself) and hooked my knees on my perch to hang upside down.

"Here, goof, jump up and grab my hands." I stretched my arms down as far as I could but my fingertips loomed at least five inches over those of my brother.

"I can’t reach," he said impatiently as he stood on his tiptoes. "Come down an’ lift me up."

"No!" I replied with all the rudeness a ten-year old girl is capable of. "Go back a little and run and jump up." My head was beginning to ache from hanging upside down for so long. Dan was tickling me, making my body jerk even as I flushed from the casual contact. If only the sissy had stayed home.

Sean was making his fourth attempt to jump up to my hands. I watched with sick humor as he galloped and leapt like some lame antelope. I could still hear Dan laughing, could still feel those rough fingertips on my knees, and I glanced up to give him a smile, when I felt the hands close on my wrists. Oh god. My fingers clamped shut around Sean’s arms as we swung back precariously, looking like two clumsy performers in a doomed Barnum & Bailey’s act. I had a split-second to draw a breath of mossy air. Then my knees slid off the branch.

We landed with a thud, the sickening crack of bone pushed beyond endurance audible beneath the twin Whooshes of air escaping our chests. I rolled and bounded to my feet, looking down at the crumpled rag-doll who was clutching at his arm. Panic slid up my throat, laced with that metallic taste of fear that accompanies the prospect of discovery. I am SO busted.

Dan jumped from the tree and landed beside me, concern crossing his face, that same panic lighting in his eyes. "Come on, Buddy. Get up." He knelt to pull Sean up to his feet, keeping his hands on my brother’s shoulders to balance him. The hands fell away and the rag-doll fell back to the ground. Dan looked at me helplessly. How could HE not know what to do? The panic ebbed away and left resignation. We only had one choice, and I didn’t like it.

I drew a deep breath, stared into those panicky brown eyes, and whispered, "Get my mom." And he was off like a light, clawing up the hill to get help. I stood motionless, watching as Dan disappeared from sight, listening to the faint chirp of the crickets as thoughts of my eminent demise loomed in my head. Sighing, I plopped next to my brother and threw an arm around his shoulders. "It’s ok, Weenie, Dan went to get Mom. She’ll get you home." Those big, blue eyes were on me again, shining this time with unshed tears. Guilt and pride washed over me. Not gonna cry, huh? Well that’s something. Glancing down at his usually thin arm, I could see that it was already a gruesome shade of purple and that it was as swollen as the water balloons we threw at cars sometimes. Sean laid his head on my shoulder, sniffling, rocking slightly as he tried to ignore the agony coursing through his arm.

Then, the sissy chuckled. Shock hit my system like ice water. I broke his arm and he’s laughing??? "Guess that was a dumb idea, huh?" he managed to get out between giggles. I couldn’t help but laugh in return. I sat there, arm around my brother as he clutched his throbbing arm, giggling as I awaited the Wrath of Mom to come down on me, and thought to myself, "For a girlie-boy, he’s ok."
   


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Reviewed by C. McKee 12/4/2007
Great tale of siblings and growing up. Loved it! I could see this story that was believable and touching. Great job!
Reviewed by Vivian DeSoto 9/7/2007
One of the best stories I've read on the site. Great character development in a short time. I didn't read the story - I SAW the story. Bravo!
Reviewed by Barbara Terry 8/15/2007
Danielle, the scenery is impeccable. It is so lifelike in this story, that I was there watching all of this. The dialogue was true to 10 year old sister versus younger brother. The puppy love between Danielle and Dan, is what most 10 year old girls go through. The accident that broke your brother's arm, was written as tho it was happening right as you wrote this while sitting at the bottom of the tree with your brother, waiting for your mom to get there.

Very emotional, and heartfelt. Thank you for sharing.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister, Barbie
Reviewed by D Johnson 3/11/2007
This is the kind of story that deserves future adventures with your brother...very good pen.

Thanks
Dan
Reviewed by CJ Heck 10/1/2006
This is a wonderful story, Danielle. I was 'there' ... you write for the reader. Great job.
Hugs,
CJ
Reviewed by Cles Wilson 7/12/2006
Great read. Really enjoyed this.
Reviewed by Missy Cross 4/9/2006
Wonderful work, I was totally transported - felt like I was right there. You evoke th most nostalgic memories here with razor-sharp clarity. Thanks for this!
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 11/12/2005
How much will you give me not to tell Sean about this story...LOL? Ed
Reviewed by Sandra Mushi 11/9/2005
Excellent write, Danielle! Very sweet! I must day, you were quite a tomboy yourself ... lol! You weren't afraid of taking chances and getting a bit bruised while at it, were you?

God bless,

Sandie.
Reviewed by Debra Conklin 10/23/2005
This brought back memories of my own two brothers as we were growing up. Chuck was strong and fearless and Robert, not so much. But, b/c Robert always had to do what Chuck did, he often conquered his fears and went ahead and did what usually scared him. Role reversal though, it was strong, fearless Chuck who broke his arm while showing off and timid Robert who calmed him and nurtured him until Mom showed up.

Thanks for bringing back a memory, excellent, visual writing, Dani, thank you for sharing your talent.
Debbie
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Reviewed by April Smith 6/16/2005
This was so sweet! And it reminds me of the time my brother's knee got sliced open when we were playing out in the woods! (Holy PANIC, Batman! LOL) This makes me want to go write about it just so that it stays vivid in my memory...it was a moment that really made me realize I loved my pain in the rear brother! Great job. :-) And thanks for sharing, April
Reviewed by Grim Jack 4/23/2005
Very nice, George. I just hope SPM never sees this. I doubt he would see the humor in it.

Love always...

Grim~
Reviewed by M. B. 4/19/2005
This is a beautiful write and one that many people will resonate with!

~ Mari
Reviewed by m j hollingshead 4/16/2005
enjoyed the read
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 4/15/2005
cute write, danielle; very well done! brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 4/15/2005
Oh this reminded me of the day I broke my arm in the same fashion...climbing trees like a "Boyish Girl"...too much of a tomboy never afraid of taking chances...almost lost my hand...but thank God I did not..but still have a very bad surgery scar 5 inches long!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Felix Perry 4/15/2005
This is such a sweet endearing write one of your very best. It makes you feel the undeniable bond that exists between most siblings even if it is denied. Also enjoyed the vague butimplied sexual tension that seemed to be btween you and Dan.Like to see a continuation of this one Danielle.
FElix




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