As I was saying, there were times when my brother and I appeared to be in the same very painful dimension. I clearly remember swinging from a tree with a rope around my waist. A rope my brother had tied around my waist (in a slip knot, I might add) just before pushing me out of our tree house to study the effects of gravity on a kid sister.
All these pale in comparison,however, to the time he tossed me out of a moving pickup. Okay, he didn’t physically pick me up and throw me out, but I landed on my back in the pasture nonetheless and he was driving. We were trying to catch my horse, who was a wily one, and just the click of the truck door opening would send her running. Soooo, I was just holding the door unlatched, when my brother stepped on the gas like he was in a drag race or something, and I went flying.
To his credit, he was mortified, but that didn’t help my back any.