Thursday, February 09, 2006
Escape Artist
For some reason, as I was driving to work, I thought of something that my sister and I used to play as kids. It was a phase that last about a week or less. We called it “Escape Artist”. It basically consisted of one sister tying the other to a chair. Afterwards the one tied up would try to wiggle free. We always managed to wiggle free because, well, kids are very wiggly and terrible at tying knots. It was a lot of fun… until grandma got mad.
My grandmother (who was living with us at the time) found us in the dining room, one tied up while the other was giggling. We couldn’t figure out why, but she got really mad at us. “What kind of a game is this? This isn’t funny! You want to be tied up? I’ll can tie you up real good!"
She didn’t say it like, “I’m going to help you guys with your game and show you how to tie good knots.” It was more like, “You just offended me (and the stick up my ass) and I’m going to teach you both a lesson if you keep this up!” My sister and I stared at her like a pair of deer in headlights. Well, one deer was tied up at the time, so it couldn’t bound off the road. Why was she so mad? We couldn’t figure it out, but we never played Escape Artist again.
In thinking back to those few days, I am realizing one thing: I… I kinda liked the feeling of being tied up… Hmm. Interesting.
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Hey sweety… wanna play Escape Artist?
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