Imagine Christmas time...Snow, Christmas vacation (when you can still call it that) expectations of the latest haul of Star Wars toys ( in the 1980's when they were still cool)
The family outing for the real Christmas tree.
Mom, dad, and my two younger brothers are hiking in the hills of a Connecticut tree farm for that perfect tree. This is usually akin to the creation of a Zebra; a Christmas tree by committee. Mom likes this, but I like that. My youngest brother looking for the biggest one due to his childlike belief that the bigger the tree, the more presents will be found under it.
You get the idea.
We are heading to another gathering of trees...
My brother is carryting the saw.
He doesn't see the icy patch.
He flails his arms in a futile attempt to prevent the inevitable.
All I could do was duck.
The saw caught the stitching of my hat, but thankfully nothing more. I think I spilled my hot cider. I can't remember.
My brother found this quite funny, despite the sore butt from his fall...he still does.
Sick bastard, my brother.
The family outing for the real Christmas tree.
Mom, dad, and my two younger brothers are hiking in the hills of a Connecticut tree farm for that perfect tree. This is usually akin to the creation of a Zebra; a Christmas tree by committee. Mom likes this, but I like that. My youngest brother looking for the biggest one due to his childlike belief that the bigger the tree, the more presents will be found under it.
You get the idea.
We are heading to another gathering of trees...
My brother is carryting the saw.
He doesn't see the icy patch.
He flails his arms in a futile attempt to prevent the inevitable.
All I could do was duck.
The saw caught the stitching of my hat, but thankfully nothing more. I think I spilled my hot cider. I can't remember.
My brother found this quite funny, despite the sore butt from his fall...he still does.
Sick bastard, my brother.
