My sister is the only one that was actually THERE during our childhood and understands.
She's the only one that gets the inside jokes.
I remember once trying to play Pictionary with her and a couple of other friends and one of them got mad and said to "just forget it!" and wanted to stop playing. The reason was that I would draw a few lines and my sister would shout out the answer. This friend couldn't understand how some squiggles could be interpreted into a complicated answer.
A sister can be the only person on this earth who you can have ESP with and yet at the same time you can be polar opposites.
At least that is how I am with my sister.
And while I think that we are meant to be here to comfort and support each other, I also think we are here to torment each other. That is one of our missions in life. To push their "button" with GLEE.
I'm not sure why or where her fear of clowns started but I do remember the "mannequin incident".
She was a small girl and we were with our parents shopping in a huge old furniture department store. I remember it being mostly deserted and silent. No music played.
A big bore... following my parents room to room, looking at groupings of furniture. Of course my sister wasn't following.
She was running through the rooms, crawling under tables and hiding behind dressers. She didn't understand that she could be STOLEN even though I had warned her so many times. But I was walking behind my Mom looking back to see where my sibling had gone off to. Worrying.
The store was a stuffy old store and had oddities set all around. One of these odd things was a mannequin dressed as an older woman and sitting on a sofa. As we were getting ready to leave and walking towards the entrance I saw my sister sitting next to the mannequin.
That weird mannequin totally freaked her out.
Like I have mentioned before, she is and has always been fearless. So fast forward many years when she's in high school and I am just out of school. She was working that night at her part-time job and I was at a friend's home helping her clean out the attic and what do we find?
A mannequin!
I was delighted!
We packed up the mannequin, drove over to my Dad's house for my sister's spare car keys and then drove to her workplace. In the dark, we put the mannequin in the passenger seat of her car.
If you don't have a sister, you probably just don't understand why.
If you do have one, you probably completely understand.Now fast forward to present day. I will sometimes see little clown figurines at Goodwill or whatever and if they are particularly freaky, I have to get them. Then every once in a while I will "plant" them someplace around my sister's flowers and yard. But I haven't done it for months.
I like the element of surprise and also I've been trying to be very frugal and I'm still sorting through things and clearing out.
It's a LESS is MORE kind of thing.
So I found these two in my cupboard. I had forgotten about them!
I was just going to set them on my steps next to the pumpkins...
