I grew up with four brother and a sister.
.... The times that I think of most fondly are the times my brothers used to trick me....
This write is about one of those times...


Cream In The Fridge (For Kathy's age challenge)



My older brother loved to trick me
– like the time he came in all excited
Telling me mum had cream in the fridge and we should steal a sip
I was instantly interested
It was as if I could already taste the cream in my mouth
My brother said that Mum was hanging out washing so we had to be quick
because my heart felt as if my brother was showing me an act of kindness...
I smiled the most when he said I could go first.

So I creped to the fridge feeling all 'loved' and I looked both ways to make sure mum or any of the other children weren't around.

I opened the fridge door, my heart pounding fast as my eyes saw the cream.

I took a large mouthful because I LOVE cream.

But...

Something was wrong... it didn't taste sweet, it wasn't creamy and dreamy it was lumpy an old, a
disgusting taste so chunky in texture.
From behind me was a loud snigger. It was my brother Anthony.
"The creams rotten" he said in between his laughs as I spat the rotten cream into the sink. My face wrinkled because of the disgusting taste in my mouth and embarrassed because I thought my brother was acting so nice
... I never stole cream from the fridge with him again... instead I stole the cream myself.
I never again instantly sipped the cream from the bottle instead, I'd sniffed it a million times to make sure it was fresh, dab a tiny bit on my finger to taste and then take a huge gob full!

I can now look back 19 years later and smile about this incident and can wish to be back there, the age of 8, when my brothers kept me on my toes, they were my best playmates... and I never quite knew what they'd do next.....
Oh how the times change





Words by gills
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Written on 2006-12-18 at 11:33

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betsy
Heartwarming tale, altho' bitter in flavour!
I know that taste! Harsh!!
Have you any more to share?

betsy
2006-12-19


Kathy Lockhart
what a nice sharing of your life you have given here in the heart-warming text. You took me back there with you and I heard that snickering brother, tasted that nasty cream, and felt the memories. Thank you so much Gills.
2006-12-18


Dejan
When we return to our childhood spiritually,
and have the right angle of looking at it,
everything becomes filled with love and beauty.

I like your poem very much, gills.
2006-12-18