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天哪!我想那时我大概七岁半,我和两个妹妹一起表演了那幕愚蠢的特技。我记得那时正和两个妹妹一起看电视,当时碰巧演得是我们最喜欢的节目。突然,我们听到弟弟克里斯在后院里大声喊叫。因此,我们都出来看发生了什么事。当我们找到他时,他在一棵树上,挂在最高的树枝上。他哭着向我们解释,他爬上去,下不来了。我们想,好了,我们中一个人爬上去,帮他下来,但我们没能把他救下来。
那时,我的小妹妹卡,她当时只有五岁半,看到过类似的情况。她建议我们拿一个床单,在克里斯挂着的树枝下举起来,让他跳下来,我们把他接住。我的另一个妹妹雅姆丝,她比我小一岁,盯了我一眼,同意这个主意,我说:“好吧,让我们试试。”
因此,我们从壁橱里抓了一个床单,来到那棵树下举了起来。请注意,举床单人的年龄从七岁半到五岁半,因此,床单可能举到我们的腰部,但同时离地面很近。但我们很自信,这能行。
我们向上看了一眼克里斯,他向下看了一眼我们,略微有点犹豫。可怜的家伙,我不怪他。那时,我们让他背朝下跳下来。克里斯看了我们一眼,问:“你们确定我能落到床单上吗?”那时,克里斯四岁,声音很可爱,又尖又细。由于出生时的一个小问题,他有点大舌头,他的声音是这样的“你们-确定-我能-落到-床单上-吗?”“是的!”我告诉他:“我们确定!”然后,他跳了下来。
现在一想到克里斯从那个树枝上跳下来,一想到他相信我和两个妹妹,我就想他太愚蠢了,竟然相信我们。因为他往下跳的时候,即将经历的是大吃一惊。克里斯穿透了床单,腹部着地。不管我们把床单握得多紧,他还是穿透了它。
我们很震惊,并有点担心,看了看地上的克里斯。这个七十英磅的小男孩,把床单穿了个洞,漏下去了。姿势像你能看到的自杀后的简笔画,一只胳膊靠近头部,一只胳膊放在腰部,膝盖有点弯曲。他一动不动,要是愿意,我们可以画下他的轮廓来。于是,我们弯下腰检查他是否还活着,当我们问他还好吗时,他说出了下面几个字“我-还是-掉-地上了。”换句话“我还是掉地上了。”可怜的小家伙,但先别谴责我们,克里斯现在十四岁了,还总拿这件事烦我们,现在他爬的任何一棵树,都能自己下来。很奇怪,他长大了想当消防队员。他可以填写他对跳下和接住有亲身经验。瞧,一切平安无事。 附:原文 A Funny Memory Oh God! I think I was abou tseven and half when my sisters and I pulled this stupid stunt. I remember watching television with them and the show on happened to be our favorite program to watch. All of a sudden we heard my brother, Chris, yelling from the backyard. So we all headed out there to see what happened. When we finally locatedhim, he was in a tree hanging from the highest tree branch. Crying, he explained to us that he had climbed up the tree and couldn't get down. We thought, okay, one of us should climb up and get him off, but we couldn't manage to get him moving down. It was then my youngest sister, Ka, who was five and a half at the time had seen a similar situation.She suggested we grab a sheet, hold it under the branch Chris was hanging off of, and tell him to drop so we can catch him. My other sister, Yams, who is one year younger than me, peered at me to confirm the idea and I said "Yeah,let's try that". So we grabbed a sheet from the closet and went to hold it beneath the tree. Now mind you, the ages holding this blanket were ranging from seven and a half to five and a half, thus the sheet was probably being held up to our waist and also close to touching the ground. But we were confident it could work. We looked up to Chris and he looked down at us a bit hesitant. I don't blame him the poor guy. It wasthen we told him to let go and to fall on his back. Chris looked at me and asked "Are you sure I'll land on the blanket?" Now, my brother at the age of four, had a cute squeaky voice. But because of a problem at birth with his tongue being a bit attached to the mouth, it came out more like this,"Ah you sho awill lan on da blanked?", "Yup!", I told him,"We're sure!" and he let go. Now when I think about Chris letting go of that branch, I think of his faith in me and my sisters andI also think how stupid he was to trust us, cause when that boy let go he was in for a big surprise. Chris fell right through that sheet and landed right on his stomach. And no matter how tight we held on to the sheet, he still managed to get through. We were shocked and a bit worried and we looked at the ground where he landed. This tiny seventy pound boy had made a hole right through the sheet and landed. He was positioned like one of those chalk drawings you find after a homicide, with one arm near the head another to the side and the knee bent a bit. We might as well have drawn an outline because he wasn't moving. So we bent down to check if he was still alive and when we asked him if he was okay he uttered these five words…"Ah stee hi da flow" in other words, "I still hit the floor!" Poor little man! But before you condemn us, Chris is fourteen now and he still bugs us about it, any tree he climbs he gets down on his own and,strangely, he wants to be a fireman when he grows up. Now he can write that he had personal experience about jumping and catching. See, no harm done… |