Brother Stole My Clothing

Lisa sends a story about brotherly mischief:

This happened to me when I was about 12. At that time, my family and I lived in northeast Texas. It was summer and our air conditioning was out. The temperature was about 103 to 105.

There was a man working on our A/C but he had to go back to town to get a part. There was a wooded area behind our house. I went out to the woods, where it was cooler than at the house. There was a creek that has a deep place where I have gone swimming before. I did not want to go back to the house and get a swimsuit, so I stripped naked and worked my way down the bank of the creek.

After a nice swim, I worked my way back up the bank only to find my clothing gone. I look up to see my 8-year-old brother running away with my clothing. He ran to the back of our house and left my clothing by the back door. My brother loved making my life pure hell. I am sure that the gates of hell were open so he could be kicked out.

My dad found my clothing by the back door. He came into the woods looking for me. Dad told me that my face was so red he could see me a mile away. He gave me my clothing back. I never got even with my brother. ┬áThis happened 15 years ago. I still don’t speak to my brother to this day.

I’m glad you had a place to cool off, but I hope you’ll forgive your brother some time!

-Jen

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