February 27 | Highs
When driving at night, Melissa could always tell when an oncoming vehicle had its brights on or not. This was especially useful when I was driving, because I could never tell - the lights blinded me whether they were on high or not. It was almost a super human power of hers.
February 19 | Shields Up
We had this great playhouse that had two swings, four windows painted like giant sunflowers, and two stories. The second level was accessible by a small ladder and had no roof. Melissa loved this playhouse much more than I did, mostly because she was younger.
In the summers we would climb up on top of the playhouse and, behind the railings, spin wild tales of make believe.
Sometimes the playhouse would be a large ship and we would take turns being captain. Sometimes I would declare that we were on the star ship Enterprise, though Melissa would seldom go along with it.
Once or twice I remember a hat being involved, perhaps to show who was in charge of that particular game. But there were always the bolts.
On two corners of the railings were bolts holding the whole contraption together. There weren't many of them, but they were enough. The bolts would be the way to start the engine, pull up the anchor, or activate the shields.
February 06 | Pretend Dead
When we were younger, I had the perfect way to torture Melissa: I would pretend that she had died.
What caused me to do such a thing the first time, I do not know. But the reaction I got from her was so wonderful that I am amazed I didn't do it much.
I had to time it perfectly that Melissa and I were the only people in the room, and there needed to be at least one dog. I would pet the dog - usually Max, our toy poodle - and tell him how sad I was that my sister had died. I would tell the dog how much I missed her, how lovely the funeral was, and how excited I was to get the bedroom all to myself. I would casually mention something about her ghost still being around to make her think that she was now a ghost.
At first she would kind of laugh a nervous this-isn't-really-funny chuckle and tell me to knock it out. But I was too good at ignoring her and she would soon resort to pulling on my arms to let me know she was still alive. I would give up the charade soon after.
Looking back, it was one of the worst jokes I ever did to her. But it sure was fun at the time.
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