flashbacks

when me and my siblings were younger, we would play 'monsters'. we would drape ourselves with giant blankets and cuddle up into a curl on the floor. my older brother Nick was usually the 'monster', as he played the part the best. he was the scariest. and we liked it that way. we liked the thrill of being the people that were the victims. we would be the people who would, "unsuspectingly" just 'happen along' and see a rock. of course then the fun began. we would get eaten, screaming all the way, by the camouflaged monster.

 but sometimes we all were monsters. and we all tried to eat each other. to eat, a 'monster' had to somehow suck you inside it's blanket, the blanket being the skin. when the monster succeeds in pulling you under, he digests you, and then you are dead (no duh). so we all tried to be the one who conquered with our blankets flung over the other monster, sucking the life out and smacking our lips on the juicy flesh.  

we would play this for hours, us shrieking and running from my brother as he gallops after us in a strange crawl because he is trying to keep the blanket on him. us trying not to get caught. and yet getting as close to danger as we can. trying to see how close we can get before he suddenly turns from 'still rock' to flesh eating machine.

i have not thought of his game we used to play in a long time. and yet at the time it was a part of our daily lives. we would play it every day. we loved it.

it may sound weird to you. it may sound uninteresting and unfun. and maybe i am just bad at explaining (and everyone who knows me knows that i am horrible at explaining). but to us it was amazing. and it was just about the funnest thing ever.