There
was a large gap in age between the four oldest kids in my family and
the two youngest. I
was eight when my youngest sister was born and ten when my youngest
brother was. What that meant was that we were not friends so much as
babysitters for those to until they were adults. On occasion while we
were supposed to be babysitting the two babies as we would call them
my brother and I would encourage them to wrestle and see who would
win. It sounds brutal but it was just good clean fun for everyone and
the bouts ended in pins or if one of the micro combatants started
crying or didn't want to play anymore. We would be set up as their
corner men and coach them for battle and then just let them go at
each other until we were bored or someone got really hurt. I still
remember with fondness the reckless abandon of my little sister, who
has never been too tall and was much shorter then, as she would
charge into battle with a little toddler war cry. It just goes to
show that the old adage that everything is adorable when it is done
by little children. From the fists of babes.
