Lightsabers and Lollipops

there's a tragic story behind this picture...

until the 7th year of my life my family lived in a lil bitty house within which my sister and i had to share a bunk bed in our room.
the mickey toy you see above did indeed, once have a head. i believe if you squeezed it or moved it's legs the arms would hug or something. i loved the thing. it was a prized possession.
so i mentioned the bunk bed. it also doubled as a jungle gym.
we would pile every blanket and pillow on the floor as a target. and of course, we would jump from the top bunk onto the landing zone.
well, if you haven't guessed already, poor ole mickey was wrapped up in the blanket i slept in the night before.
as my sister took the first jump, she landed and heard a pretty loud "crunch."
so that was it for mickey. he'd squeaked his last squeak.
although it was an accident, it took me a long time to forgive her.
i think it might have been last week.

and now: a side story about the bunk bed.
could have been tragic. glad it wasn't.
my sister and i played Supermanfrom time to time.
unfortunately, being the younger brother, i got to be Krypto the dog wonder.
sigh.
one day she was trying to make me fly.
she decided to use the blanket that we used for capes to hang me from the top of the bunk bed.
...by my neck.
i wasn't flying. i was being executed.
luckily my mom walked in as i was turning blue.
looking back, it's amazing how many times in my life i've almost died.
and shocking how many times it would have been my sister who would have killed me.

hmm.