Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother but as I already stated, he’s my brother. My brother is older than me by about three years. I distinctly remember when I was about five making him around eight, my family was redoing our driveway. While our dad was working on digging out a path for the new driveway in the front yard, my brother had the great idea to dig a hole on the opposite side of the front yard.
After a while of digging we were finally finished digging the hole and our dad had moved to the backyard to do something. My brother, Thomas, thought it would be funny to stick me in the hole and see if I could get out on my own. I couldn’t. After a few minutes of him laughing at me and me laughing with him, he went back inside and left me in the hole. There I was, a measly five year old stuck in a hole with no savior. I did the only thing I could think of. I started screaming for help. I don’t think anyone came to help me for a couple of reasons. 1. Who leaves a five year old unattended? 2. I wasn’t yelling that loudly. 3. I didn’t really sound like I was being serious.
When I decided yelling for help wasn’t working I tried reaching for the shovel to use it as something I could climb out of the hole with. It took a lot of struggling but after a while (a few seconds) I finally got it. I grabbed the shovel, put it in the hole with me, and tried climbing the shovel out of the hole. It wasn’t working. Sometime while I was attempting to climb out of the hole my dad came back in the front yard and found me, stuck in a hole, struggling to climb a shovel to get out. He gave me a funny look, sighed, bent down, and lifted me out. At last I was finally free. (For those of you who are thinking “Who leaves a five year old unattended for that long?” this all happened within about five minutes).
After being freed from my chamber from hell, I was the one in trouble. Not my brother, but me. The reason was something about staying in the front yard when there was no one to watch me.
This is an important memory for me because I get to reflect on mine and my older brother’s childhood and relive it. Memories are important because they teach you life lessons that you need in order to thrive.