My big sister reads my blog and she sent me an email several months back that said, “Just wanted to let you know that I *love* your blog!! My favorite reading” Awwwwww – that was SO nice to hear, especially because my sibs and I do a horrible job in general of keeping in touch with each other, so I rarely know what they are thinking (especially about me). I just called the same big sister last week and we realized that we hadn’t spoken in over five months. Yes, apparently we all missed the class on how to be a close-knit family.
Anyway, the email went on to say, “Your blog has really been stirring up memories…” and she went on to list some, such as the time we “jumped off the roof” (of the two-story dream house) and gave our grandmother “apoplexy,” and the time we were in “that awesome little 4-seater plane and the door fell off”, and the time “I chased you through the house with a butcher knife.” WHAT???? You chased me through the house with a BUTCHER knife??? I have NO memory of that particular story (perhaps I blocked it because it is probably fairly TRAUMATIC to have your big sister attempt to stab you to death!)
I emailed back and demanded to know details of the situation – WHY was she trying to kill me (or was she just making a point? A large, STABBY, stainless steel kind of point). Did I do something (again) to piss her off to the point where siblicide was a viable problem solver? Where did she acquire this intended murder weapon? (I can probably deduce this for myself, as my mother had all of her knives stuck to a magnetized strip on the wall next to the stove – easy pickings for the culinary inclined, homicidal home invader, or very angry sibling).
My sister never answered my question – so I was left DYING to know the details to what promised to be a very juicy story! Today, when I started writing this post, I figured I would find that email and shoot her another request to tell me more. I found the email – but there is NO MENTION of her trying to kill me with the butcher knife (although in my response to her, I can see I asked her to tell me more about the butcher knife story). My sister worked for the government for some time in a department that attempted to thwart enemies who wanted to attack the country via computer hacking – so I imagine she knows a thing or two about that – did she selectively erase any reference to her planned assault on her little sister? Or did I imagine the whole email exchange (and did she not respond to my request because I was asking about something she NEVER EVEN SAID – and she wasn’t going to get into THAT conversation with her crazy sister)?
So, dear sis – if you are still reading my blog, set the record straight! Don’t be afraid – the statute of limitations has long since passed (I looked it up!)
For my other readers – do you have a similar story? Has someone from your past told a tale about a shared experience, but you have absolutely no recollection of it happening?