Family Story

My dad, david, was a character, the cool older brother was the image he represented. He tells me what a stellar athlete he was and what a cool guy he was, making the Varsity football his freshman year of high school. The story i remember and enjoy most was not about sports but about his sisters. David has three sisters in which he is the oldest sibling. It goes David, Pam, Julie, and Becky. Being an older brother seems to come with inevitable amounts of teasing, bothering and annoying any younger siblings. He filled these shoes well. One night while the his parents went out to dinner and he was in charge. Well it just so happens that Julie had been in a fight with "mom and dad" and was crying and angry. She had wanted to go to the movies on Saturday night but was now grounded due to her disrespectful attitude. Julie, in a fit of rage told david, "i just want to run away, i'm just going to runaway". David being the conniving brother he was, though it would be funny to let her, in fact encourage her. He said ok and helped her pack a suitcase and said "well Julie, you better hurry mom and dad will be home soon". So Julie left and just started down the long narrow side walk on there street, lugging her suitcase behind her as hot tears streamed down her face.