As i was growing up I spent a great deal of time at my Grandma's .... my uncle was only 6 years older than me. It was kinda like having an older brother. He used to tease me unmercifully! One time when he tackled me and chipped my tooth, he begged me, "Don't tell your Grandma she will hit me with the broom." So I dutifully kept quiet. Another time he tackled me I skinned my knee really bad and screamed....out came my Grandma with the broom and off ran my Uncle Dan.
One day he decided to flush my braids down the toilet. I could sit on my braids, they were that long.....so they got caught in the toilet and I was kicking and yelling and bubbling....and Grandma was hitting my uncle with the broom. My Papa heard all the commotion and helped me out of the toilet. My scalp really hurt and I thought all my hair was going to come out! Plus the worst was I couldn't breathe. Took me a couple of minutes to recover from that episode.
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