Don't get mad ....... get even, and above all ....... get even with a sense of humor, even if said humor is a bit twisted, geared toward the troublemaking baby of the family.

Let me give you, Dear Reader, just a bit of background to the story I am about to share with you. My sister and I grew up in a tiny town, in the heart of the corn belt. Our hometown was, and still to this day, is, four square blocks, by four square blocks. I am 3 years and 10 months older than my 'lil sis. Now, from the time my sister could cause trouble for me, she did. She would tell on me, and get me in trouble when I hadn't actually done anything. For instance, if I had a toy first, and she decided she wanted it, she would just either take it, or she would LIE, and tell Mom she had it first, and Mom always made me give it to her. I have always been a thinker, and she just didn't know what she was in for. She had finally placed the last straw upon the proverbial camels back, and in the fall, of the late 1960's, at harvest time in the corn belt, my 6 year old evil little mind devised the most AWSOME plan to reek revenge upon my precious little sister.

Mom and Dad had set a swingset up for us in the back yard. We had swung on that swingset all summer. We were quite the acrobats on our swings. We had swung so fast and high, that the swingset, had begun to tilt, each time we would get our swings as high as we could possibly make them go. The metal legs, of said swingset, had worn holes in the ground, and each time we would swing so high, the legs of the swingset, would actually lift out of the ground. It's a total wonder we didn't tip the thing over. On this particular afternoon, I had been in trouble, already, because of "HER" ....... and I am sure we were tap dancing on Mom's last nerve ending, as she had sent us outside to play. We lived on the edge of town right next to a big corn field, and the combines were working in the field, right across the street. I remember talking 'lil sis into seeing which one of us could swing the highest, and then the inspiration struck me like lightening! As we swang higher, and higher, the legs of the swingset started lifting out of the ground, exposing the holes in the ground. It was hot, we were sweating, and as I said the farmers across the road, were combining the corn, which was sending corn chaff, and dried pieces of the corn stalks into the air like dust devils.

I asked my sister if she noticed those holes, that the legs of the swingset were exposing, each time we swung higher, and higher. Of course, she said she did. I told my little, baby sister, that those holes were devil holes. They were holes that the devil used to come up and snatch people. She didn't believe me at first, until I pointed out, the dried up pieces of corn stalks, that were flying through the air that day, (because of the combines across the road). I told my, innocent, gullible,
little, baby sister, that those dried up pieces of corn stalks, was just the devil shedding his horns. I giggled to my evil little self, as she jumped from the swing, and ran screaming for the back door. I am pretty sure I got in trouble again that day, but it was TOTALLY worth it! I had finally decided that if I was going to get in trouble for things I did NOT do, I might as well go ahead and torture "her", and make it worth my while.

Coming upon 40 years later, my sister and I now laugh about some of the things we used to do to each other, way back in the day, although she still thinks that I was being overly cruel to her on that particular day. I, myself, still find it highly amusing, and a stroke of genius.

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