Saturday, December 11, 2010

Pillow fight!! .. .

          So,.. . one of my all time favorite memories, actually involved Aaron's younger brother, David, and my younger brother, Ryan. Back in the day they would quite regularly spend the night at our house, when Ryan visited. I would guess they were around 15,.. . and asked, once again, if they could stay the night at our house. Now, by "at our house" they actually meant, "in our living room". The boys were both particularly wild with energy this evening(even more than usual).. . and rightfully, i feared the worst. Sensing my reluctancy, they both, individually and jointly promised, that they would refrain from bloodshed in our living room. Aaron and I agreed.
          And so the wrestling began.. . wrestling,.. ..and body slamming, slobbering, snotting, bleeding and sweating all over our couches,.. .  chairs,.. . and our shag rug.  Just hysterical and disturbing boy wrestling. The sound of tearing clothing and underpants could be heard for miles around.. . along with the sounds of focused grunting and the occasional high pitched squeal. As Aaron and i watched this spectical, both in horror and in sheer fascination... , i felt the need to occasionally remind them of their "full of crap" promise they had made to me earlier that evening. Unscathed they pressed onward wrestling and upping their methods of defense to beating each other with our grab-able household items. Remote controls, Star wars light sabers... . and pillows. My pillows. Not just any pillows, my 100 year old ticking stuffed down pillows, i had purchased at an auction years before. Not that they were of any value, but they were less than sound fighting weapons. Frail old pillows stuffed with 100 year old goose feathers and i can only imagine the dander of 1000 heads, as well. After this- point i can only remember Aaron's hysterical laughter and the horrid sound of my own voice screaming,.. . ".if you guys even break those PILLOWS!!!... . .   DON't BREAK those pillows. .. !!!"
            Now,.. ..Let me pause right here. For those of you who have never seen an actual feather pillow burst,.. . we'll.. , it looks EXACTLY like it does in the movies... .except, there are more feathers. And why do i know this???-you might be asking .. . well i'll tell you, because Ryan and David,  ruptured a hole the size of a football in my antique feather pillow, in the middle of my living room... . over my couch.. .and on top of my Shag rug. Ah yes.. .i could have reveled in the sheer terror on their faces for weeks, .. . but after only a few moments.. . and a pile of deep breaths, we 4 (Dave, Ryan, Aaron and i) began the arduous task of vacuuming... . .  . . .. .and laughing. 
Those were the days.  :)  
Ryan and David 2005
- Save room for us in heaven, Dave, and thanks for being you.. .
(David Thomas Camp March 29, 1989  - June 20, 2010)

1 comment:

  1. That was a beautiful post...Erin, you never cease to amaze.....Love you!

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