Posted this childhood memory on the NaBlo blog today. Thought I'd post it here, too. Enjoy.
Being the youngest of five children back in the days before video games, AOL, MySpace and Facebook meant that I was afterschool entertainment for my older siblings and their friends.
"Hey Darin! I learned a new magic trick. Want to see it?" You would think that my big brother Doug's words should have been warning enough, but youthful innocence prompted me to answer enthusiastically, "Sure!"
"Okay, lay down on the couch, close your eyes and count to ten." Again, that invite should have screamed 'danger', but, all too eager to see this work of wonder, I was instantly prostrate and counting out loud, "One... Two... Three..."
When I opened my eyes I saw my brother Doug's friends and my sister Diann. No Doug. He was gone! I jumped up and looked around the room. No sign of him. Vanished!
"Hey!" a voice came echoing from the distance. Suddenly, a knock on the wall behind the couch I had laid down upon. "I'm on the other side of the wall! I passed right through the wall! Isn't that amazing?"
Whoa! Doug's friends and my sister Diann giggled - overcome by joy at my brother's newfound magic powers, no doubt. I dreamed of the possibilities. No more need for doors. No more worries about locks. With powers like this, the world would be my poptart!
"Lay down and close your eyes again. I'll come back. Count out loud!" I dove back onto the couch and shouted out, "One... Two... Three..." When I got to ten, I opened my eyes and my brother Doug was kneeling in front of me.
I wasn't that gullible a kid. My brother had to show me two or three times before he asked, "Do you want me to teach you how to do it?"
The next thing I knew, Doug and his friends had slid the couch to one side - making a wide path for me to pass through - and I was staring that wall square in the plaster. "Listen, it's easy. You just run as fast as you can. Right before you get to the wall, close your eyes... and jump."
I tried. Nothing but a thud. Doug's friends and my sister Diann were laughing at me. "Don't worry about them", Doug tried to refocus me. "They'll be plenty jealous when you can pass through walls!" He was so right. Let's see how they laugh when I can come and go with ease. Jerks!
"It's okay. I know what you did wrong. You didn't run fast enough. We got to get you a little bit better of a head start. Then, sort of bend over a little bit - sort of like you're diving into the pool. Just dive through. That'll do! You ready?"
I was. I think I actually ran a couple laps around the living room to build up momentum. The jerks were still laughing. 'Yeah? We'll see!' I thought, as I approached break-neck speed.
"Go for it!" Doug yelled.
Thud. Double thud, actually. The wall. The floor. I vaguely remember the sound of pictures on the walls rattling. I remember some metallic sounds. Years later, my siblings told me that they heard it all too - pictures shifting and metal conduit rattling loose inside the framing of the walls. And laughter. More than giggling now. My audience was in danger of peeing themselves, they laughed so raucously.
One final sound recollection. A bellowing voice brought all the other noise to silence. My Dad's, "What the hell is going on in here?"
Dad probably saved my life that day. Doug and the jerks would have had me back on my feet for another try. Afterschool entertainment was hard to come by in those days.
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