Rebuttal from my Sister...

My sister and me...

Now, before I allow my sister to take center stage with her rebuttal as many of you inquired about, please remember there are three, yes, THREE sides to every story: hers, mine and the RIGHT side! 

I just want to remind you of that before she begins speaking with such nonsense the experiences she believes you all should be aware of to make me out to be the 'bad' guy in our growing up years.

So without further ado, my loving favorite, oh yeah, only sister, Dawn Currier~

A rebuttal huh?....wow, where does one begin? To all Tracy's blog friends, I know Tracy has all of you believing she is quite innocent in her childhood escapades, but trust me she knew how to push buttons and was often the reason for so many issues that occured in our childhood. One is that of our rollers. You see, my hair was very thick and would curl well with those sponge rollers. I always knew that my hair would be just beautiful once those curlers were removed.

Tracy was always very jealous. Thus, you see the pic of her getting rollers put into her hair and having a very bitter face. This is because she knows that sitting there going through the trauma of me doing her hair was all for nothing because mine was going to turn out pretty and she was just "wasting her play time". Too bad for you Ms. Tracy!

...at the lake~

Has Tracy ever shared the time that we were working on the farm down the road? Our job was to lay straw down for the cows...WHILE the cows were in the pen I might add. Well, she had a huge holstein cow watching her do her job. She was very fearful because this cow kept staring at her. I had to "push" her in front of me just to keep her doing her work. Now I must tell you we were about 10-12 yrs. old so those cows were as much afraid of us as Tracy was of them. I, of course knew that, but all she wanted to do was stand in the pen with the cows surrounding us yelling for our brother to come and get us.

I tried to tell her we were ok, but NOOOOO she had to yell and scream. The cows were not the least bit threatened. Soon my brother and the Dr. who "hired" us, told us to get the heck out of the pen and forget it. So you see as innocent as Tracy may seem, she got me fired from my first paying job.

WE are the cute ones in the swim suits...

There also was the time that Tracy and I were up on Lake Erie at our cottage. Our dad took us to an uncle who also lived up there. We were so excited to go out on the pontoon boat since we hadn't been out for quite some time. As we were floating out on the lake (I am sure it was only a few hundred feet from land) about 10 miles the chain broke off the steering wheel.

Well, because Tracy and I were such fish as we were raised near the water all of our lives, we decided to hop in and swim while dad and our uncle fixed the problem with the steering. As Tracy jumped in and crawled out she bragged how nice the water was. Now realize, both of us lived in our bathing suits so we were all prepared for our unexpected swim. Tracy hollers, "come on Dawn, jump in."

Of course, doing what I was told I jumped in. Just as I made that jump, Tracy decided to crawl out and "sight" Jaws about 5 feet away from the boat toward my backside.

I screamed, "Get me out of here" as Tracy sang, "da da da da da da," you know the tune! I was so scared I could not find the strength to pull myself out of the water. All my mind could see was Jaws chewing my legs off of my body from under the water. In fact, I could swear the water was a red color. As I am screaming from total fright, Tracy stands on the pontoon boat laughing her head off!

Now, since you think she is such a sweet women, I can agree with you there, but as a child....she deserved everything she got! Tracy, just know that someday I will live close to you again and I will be there to GET YOU!

...and there you have it MY friends; and although Dawn can be pretty convincing,  you decide~

"A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost."

~Marion C. Garretty