Splits

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Sun had burned off an early morning fog
the rest of the day would be lenient and
help smooth the jagged edges of our restlessness.

Back then, there was never a lack of anything
to do. Each day was filled to overflowing
with an abundance of excitement.

I was a young teen tomboy.
My friend’s, my younger brothers and I
headed off to the adventure playground
to spend nearly all day there, every day.

At that time I carried a pen-knife
knew I shouldn’t but heck, I was a tomboy.

There were thick ropes dangled from trees with
huge knots tied at the ends for kids to sit
on and swing and, we played a dangerous game
called splits.

We’d sit on the rope and swing back and forth
lean forward and try to stick the knife in the ground
furthest out from the rope would win.

My brother and I got into a fight over whose
was furthest away and both went to grab for the knife
which closed on his pinky-finger, almost sliced the
top right off.

He screamed and, scared as blood poured out
I felt so bad, closed the knife and threw it
as far away into the trees that I could.

Caught up with my brother who was still screaming
blue murder and someone had put a dirty old cloth
around his finger.
All I could think of was, “I’m in big trouble now”
and the little blackmailer swore if I carried him
home, he wouldn’t tell my step-father about
my having a knife.

It was such a struggle piggy-backing a seven year old
non stop for over a mile.

I had to own up to the truth anyway or, he would
have blackmailed me the whole time.

~*~

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My brother still reminds me that he has a scar on his pinky finger even to this day. We laugh about it sometimes but, it did teach me that playing with knives can be dangerous. Never played with one again.
Shared with Three word Wednesday CCLXXV11 Fog, lenient, struggle
Poetry Jam I shouldn’t have done that
Poets United Vice Versa

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

23 thoughts on “Splits”

  1. Lovely way to share a memory. I somehow think yours will not be the last family to have a similar tale involving kids and daft dare games *smile*

  2. Wow, you painted such a vivid scene here, love all the great details! I have to sympathize with having a younger sibling with a talent for blackmail, my sister used anything she could to try to get leverage!

  3. The things we get off with when we are kids….have had so many adventures tucked in my memory. Well, it did not get serious for you. Nice one.

  4. What a scene you painted! Wonderful. And brought back a flood of my own…”hmmm shouldn’t have done that…”:-)

  5. It’s nice that you played in the woods with your brothers and childhood friends. There was a lesson to be learned about the danger of playing with knives. But now you can both look back and remember fondly the excitement and adventure. 🙂

  6. Armed and dangerous! It’s like going to war. Games we play can take some unwanted twists. A small scar was a lucky one! Good write Bren!

    Hank

  7. Man, those games we played as kids, never gonna know what trouble mine have done. Your remembrance is vivid and real, ringing true and authentic with lessons learned, unhazed by nostalgia.

  8. Wow, you have terrified me completely. I have four little boys and our fifth is a girl who is already a tomboy and the indomitable spirited type. I’m troubled by thoughts of adventure when I’m out of sight. I can imagine the trouble you were in that day, the oldest of the group, having to assume responsibility. I hope that all of you are close these days. 🙂

  9. This is a great story/poem … I threw a rock causing a big gash in my sister’s head when we were kids ~ we still laugh about it too.

  10. Childhood memories are quite vivid sometimes. Some of mine remind me of how lucky I was or I must have had a guardian angel looking out for me.

  11. Wow, you did fulfill all those prompts in one! Scary story and the details were excellent. How ironic that you had to own up anyway but good move to avoid the blackmail!

  12. yikes…if i carried half the things we did as kids, i would be doubled over…and this sounds like something we would do…i am glad he only has a scar…i have one on my leg that is 18 inches long from barb wire…i kept it hidden from my parents til it healed which is probably why it is so wide…

  13. Summer … finally … reading your dangerous summer game poem …. having my morning coffee and yes, a smoke … thinking of my own summer adventures … maybe some day we can play together, Bren … maybe not “splits” but rather a game of “spits” (sunflower seeds, cherry pits … anything that spits well, hmmm? 🙂

  14. Ah yes, as kids we sometimes did play dangerous games, didn’t we? The experience with your brother was, I am sure, scary when it happened. Glad it wasn’t any more serious and you were able to carry him home. You shared the experience using rich details! (I had a pen knife too…I used it for whittling and making arrows. LOL.)

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