Dream Squishing

The consequences of my severe ADHD were shared amongst my family members, teachers, and house hold help. My mom I could say had it the worst during those years. My brother though, also had his fair share. My brother is two and a half years younger. He was about two or three when all of this started.

My brother, as any younger sibling would do, loved to follow me around everywhere. When my friends would come over to play he would always try to include himself in the best ways he knew. My friends and I would usually play house, torture Groucho Marks (my Cocker spaniel), and when we were feeling especially happy mutilate and Mohawk my Barbie’s. I still sit around with Olivia and Valentina laughing about all the roles my brother used to play in “house”. He would ask “Sophia what can I be?” “You can be the wind Tito.” “What does the wind do?” “Stand in the corner and blow” “Ok!”He was always an object. He was a couple suns, tables, chairs, trees, and one time even a boat.

Due to his innocence he was indeed very gullible, “Tito if you don’t give me all of your Halloween chocolate I won’t ever take you to the secret place!” The secret place was a place I invented that I said had everything he ever wanted. He was a chubby kid so ill leave his ideal secret place up to imagination. Usually I would bribe him, tell him to do stuff in order to get the top secret password into the top secret, secret place. After a while this got a little old. So one day I made him get into a laundry basket and lock himself in the closet which was supposedly the entrance to the secret place. Since then, after being a few hours more than he expected in the entrance, he stopped believing. I may have squished a few dreams there.