When I was little, we had a babysitter. It was my sister and myself. Sarah, my sister, is two years younger than I am… she was then, too. I think I was around six and she was around four. Anyways, we had this babysitter… actually two babysitters… both girls. They were young teenagers. They asked us if they could bring their boyfriends over.
– But you can’t tell your parents.
The boys came over and it was weird. One couple went and locked themselves in my parents room. And then we couldn’t find the other couple. Sarah and I thought it was kinda a fun game to look for them… hike and seek, if you will. We looked everywhere… errrywhere… couldn’t find ’em.
– Oh well.
– Yeah, oh well.
– I’m gonna go play figurines on my bed.
I really loved playing with figurines.
So I climbed up the side of our bunkbeds to go play figurines, but as I peeked over the top, I found the other couple.
– Hey! Get outta my bed!
– Get lost!
– This is my bed!
– Rachel! GO! AWAY!
– No! I want to play figurines!
– Rachel, if you don’t go away right now I will tell your parents you were bad and you let us bring our boyfriends over.
– Okay. Sorry.
And I got scared. So I went and sat in the closet. And I had one of those toys that was like a pipe, but it had a piece of multi-colored string that ran through it when you blew it. Do you know what I’m talking about? Probably not. One of those toys I think every child had… but only me. I don’t think it was even mine… it was everybody’s.
Anyways, I sat there in the closet and would blow on this pipe toy thing and the multi-colored circle of string would just go around and around in circles… until it didn’t. Until I somehow got it tied in knots around itself and the buttons on a coat in the closet. I panicked. Oh no! I broke the toy! And it’s not even mine! I couldn’t even get it untangled. It just hung there, from the coat buttons. I was so scared, so ashamed. I decided I would hide in there forever… I must’ve been in there for a good half hour… which is pretty much forever to a six-year-old.
I heard my mom come home. Scared, I stayed in the closet. I didn’t hear how the girls left, but I heard them leave. A few minutes later and the closet door opened…
– Rachel, there you are. What are you doing in the closet?
– I dunno… I just thought I’d stay in here.
I was so afraid I was going to get in trouble for breaking the string toy. Terrified.
– Come out here.
Then Sarah was there as well… we were all in the living room… Mom sat us down.
I remember thinking, “This is it. She knows about the string toy. I’ve been bad one too many times… I’m really gonna get it this time.”
– Are you girls okay?
– Yeah. Fine.
Sarah and I look at each other. Give each other the, “I’m not gonna say anything… You better not say anything” look. And then all the sudden Sarah blurts out…
– Our babysitters brought over boys!
Very surprised, I soon realized that THIS is what we should be focusing on… not the broken string toy attached to Mom’s winter coat.
– Yeah! And they locked themselves in your and Dad’s room! And they got on my bed and wouldn’t let me play figurines on it!
Well, Mom was pissed. And she called the girls’ mothers and made them come over, apologize and give us our money back. I remember standing slightly behind my mom while it all went down, with my “Yeah, that’s right… Try to make out on my figurine playground again… Just try…” face on. It was quite satisfying.
This all came back to me when I found this woman’s art…
It reminds me of the multi-colored string… hanging from the coat… with the plastic pipe attached.