wow that's an awful story. it's just stuff in the material world, but really! shoot that boy.To make things worse, my brother was enough of a (insert appropriate curseword here) that I'm pretty sure he abused it just to rub it in. He was fairly careful with the other things he had. But the bike got left outside in the rain, thrown on the pavement rather than using the kickstand, ridden into things.... After about a month it looked like it'd been run over by a truck.
But hey, I survived.
And I'm going to find something fun to do because I just remembered another thing. I was in my very late teens, and had worked since I was 12. I had scrounged up enough money to buy a cheap new car. On the day it was to be delivered, I was scheduled to work (lifeguard) and wouldn't get off until after the dealership closed. Since my dad had to sign the papers due to my age, they were already finished. He agreed to pick the car up and bring it home so it'd be there when I got home.
At the appointed time, I made a mad dash home in record time. My best friends were already there, since we'd all planned on cruising in style. (lol) But I open the garage door and there's no car. My brother had grabbed the keys and gone to the local drive-in theater on a date. He got home about 1 or 2 am - the front carpet was covered in dirt, candy wrappers, and popcorn and the back seat was pretty much trashed. So, being a car lover since I was 5 or 6 I wasn't able to drive my first new car until my brother had abused it to his content.
Now I'm off to find some rainbows, puppies, kittens, home made cookies, and then some good scotch.
See, vaping IS as bad for you as they all say!
sure, but it's also weird how people can be totally self consumed and unaware and uncaring about othersI was the oldest of five, four made it to adulthood. My next younger brother and I were very close, as we were born a year apart. All through my youth, my favorite things would somehow disappear...more on that later, but suffice it to say, it would drive me mad, wondering where I had last placed them, or what could have happened to them.
My first real road bike was a Mossburg 10 speed. I had rode it to victory( age group ) in our old home days town celebration in the bicentennial year 1976...and it was used to carry me on my paper route, well, one day my brother asked if he could borrow it. He brought it home with both wheels taco'ed and a bent frame, and he told me some guy had run it over with a car. It took me months to save up to buy a new bike, the money coming from the paper route and odd jobs folks gave me like mowing, raking etc...I got a Fuji12 speed
While I was staying with him and his ex wife, in his final weeks, down in Florida (cancer), I noticed a pair of sunglasses that had "gone missing" years prior...and I asked about them...he confided in me, you know all them things you thought you lost? I stole them, and gave them away, or traded them, or just threw them away...I asked why?
He laughed...because I knew that it drove you nutz!
i realized at that point that he was always jealous of me...and it made me feel a bit sad, and also relieved that I wasn't nuts,
Weird how our families can leave lasting emotional "marks" on us...
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I was just replying to a post.I do agree, Mr. Fry, but MUST we do that here??
and some are soo formal...I've been Frenchie or Frenchfry for a lot of years.
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