Saving His Bacon

Saving His Bacon

My twelve-year-old brother was watching television but I didn’t want to sit down and be quiet.  My eight-year-old self wanted to play outside.

To annoy my brother I kept kicking my leg out towards him to catch his foot. In retaliation my brother kicked back. This set of a back and forth battle of wills between us until I decided to stand up and give him a really good kicking.

My brother stood up to tell me off but I kicked out at his leg and with a knee-jerk reaction he kicked back at me.

He caught my upper thigh with his toe cap and I ended up my leg bleeding from a two-inch long cut.

Mum knew if Dad found out about this my brother would get the strap so she asked me not to tell Dad.

When Dad came home my leg was bandaged up but throbbing. I didn’t want my brother to get hurt so I went out to play.

My brother was saved of Dad’s wrath but I still have the scar to remind me of our stand-off.