It was Christmas Eve and my elder brother, Clarence and I decided to climb a tall tree to
cut down a few posts to build our little Christmas house. While my tall and on the way to becoming fat brother
climbed the tree I stood at the bottom of the tree to point out which of the best limbs to cut. Suddenly I heard
a loud “crack.” Then before my horrified eyes, Clarence came crashing down from the tree landing on a pointed
tree stump with a loud “thump”. That then punctured his right thigh.
Bravely he held on to his thigh and told me not to cry. Quickly he ripped his shirt off and told me to tie a
tourniquet above the wound. How that taught came to him, I would never know. I scampered home screaming
for help. What a courageous big brother Clarence was. Lucky for us my parents were home, they rushed him to
the Hospital. “Oh! For the love of parents what would kids do?” I Remember Christmas
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