Watermelon Protector

It is awesome being a much older sibling. My litter sister (you know, the one with the PhD), was born when I was 14. While we’ve never lived in the same house, I have so much in common with her, including some quirky food preferences.

When Rebecca was 14, I took her to her first concert – Matchbox 20.

Matchbox 20

I’m so impressed that I still have the shirt!

I still can’t believe Dad allowed her to go since it was the night before school started. Somehow she talked him into it, and off we went.

That was quite a night. It started our collection of “Don’t tell Dad” moments. While in recent years that list has slowed down to a trickle, there was a while there when it grew at a quick pace.

As soon as we entered the outdoor venue, there was a Planned Parenthood booth, which I thought nothing of at the time. Rebecca and I had been in our seats in the amphitheatre for a little while when a fully inflated condom floated by in the breeze.

I did my best to ignore it, but it was followed by another and then another. After a whole flock of them flew by, I asked Rebecca if she knew what they were. She said that she did.

When the next group passed overhead I said, “There are a lot of watermelon protectors out tonight.” An inside joke was born.

We have been so much closer ever since this bonding experience. I’m so proud of the woman she has become.

Anyone else ever experience a flock of watermelon protectors? or What has been your favorite bonding experience with a sibling.

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