You know how when you go on family vacations and stay in hotels, one of the best parts is being able to sleep in the cozy, luxurious hotel bed? Well, aside from one very special occasion, I haven't been able to do so for 11 years. Why is that, might you ask? I will tell you.
It was May of 2002. Our family was road tripping to Yellowstone National Park, staying in hotels along the way. Our family is a good size for hotels. There's ada, mum, Abi, and myself. For those who don't know, Abi is my older sister of 2 years, and growing up always had been forced to share a bed with me when we stayed in a hotel. That doesn't sound like it would be that big of a deal, right? Considering I'm quite small and don't take up that much room. Well, here's the thing : I may be a tiny little lass, but by golly, I can kick like a kangaroo (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SO-XpbaycM). And on top of that, I talk in my sleep. And snore. And sleepwalk, apparently. My poor future husband . . . But those other things are not what this story is about. After all, the sleep talking, sleep walking, and snoring are things that everyone in the room have to deal with, not just my sister, whom I'm sharing the bed with. No, it's the kicking that takes precedence in this story. During this particular time, I was 9 and Abi was 11. Now, though we were only 2 years apart, Abi went through a major growth spurt quite early in life. I, on the other hand, did not. There was a period of time when Abi was twice my size. This story falls into that time period. Now that you have some background on the matter . . . It was a night just like any other. Abi & I were sleeping soundly in our hotel bed, mum & ada the same in theirs. Around midnight, my parents were awoken by a loud thud, followed by exclamations from a very angry Abi. Apparently I had kicked her with such force that it knocked her clean out of bed. I say apparently because, even in doing so and with the loud thud and angry exclamations, I never woke up. Pretty sure I laughed when they told me in the morning though. My parents snickered quietly to themselves after the ordeal happened. I wasn't laughing, however, when I got booted to the floor for the next 11 years because Abi was done dealing with being abused in her sleep by her little sister.
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