Anyone with a baby sister can probably relate to this story.
We were living in Antioch, California, in the San Francisco Bay area. I was probably six or seven at the time.
I was four when my baby sister, Kathy, was born. My brother, Kenny, was a year and a half older than me. We doted on that little baby girl. We spoiled her.
But that, of course, didn’t stop us from doing the normal big brother and big sister things. Like telling her that she should catch bees and keep them as pets. Ouch!
Yes. we loved her, but little sisters can be such a pain in the ass. (I have another story about “pain in the ass” involving Kathy’s granddaughter, but that will have to wait for another time.)
Anyway, there was a cartoon program on television hosted by King Norman. King Norman had a small theme park and we begged and begged until Mama and Daddy took us there. We got to ride the rides and actually meet King Norman. I was sooo excited – I was going to meet King Norman!
When we got there we rode the rides and played the games. I won a pink plastic elephant, and King Norman handed it to me personally. I was honored to be presented a gift by a ‘real’ king.
But then… Kathy started to cry and reached for my elephant. She wanted it! But it was mine and I was going to keep it.
King Norman didn’t agree. “She’s just a baby,” he said. “Let her have it.”
What? It was mine. I won it. It was MINE!
But good ole King Norman took MY pink elephant out of MY hands and gave it to that sniveling little brat! (Sorry, Kathy. That’s how I felt.)
I was not a happy camper.
I got over it, of course, and continued to love my
sniveling little brat sister.
But… Sixty years later I STILL hold a grudge against King Norman.