The Three Little Sisters
When there were bad times, the youngest usually got the worst of the bad outcome. There was the underground Radio Flyer wagon race, which ended badly when it clipped the corner of a basement bed inflicting a gash in the head of the youngest, who was then sewn up at the doctor. Had we lived in Australia, she'd have been the one eaten by Dingo's. But thankfully we didn't. We lived in the beautiful kingdom beside the sea.
The Beautiful Kingdom Beside the Sea
Recently when leaving an outdoor band concert, the middle sister failed to see a parking stop, tripped and fell like a bowling pin into the youngest sister, who took the paved surface of the planet on with her chin. Brutalized by gravity, the two got to their feet and headed homeward with the help of friends, who are still laughing at this moment.
When the bruised and abraded sisters arrived home to the kingdom beside the sea, they nursed their injuries and felt back where they belonged: with their whole family of infamous stunt people who fall almost every day. We compared stories of falling down in restaurants, on dance floors, cruise ships and loading docks. We compared painkillers and petroleum-based antibiotic ointments. A good time was had by all.