Ok, I just had to search my own blog for the word tomahawk to see if I'd written about this before. I have no idea why I'm thinking about this story right now It's one of those anecdotes that I use at family gatherings whenever the room falls silent. I'm the type of person that worries that someday they'll have to be on the Oprah show. I simply do not have an entire hour's worth of life expierences to share with the whole world. This story would definitely be in the running because then the audience would laugh & I would be loved the world over.
I always used to give my brothers birthday presents. They rarely reciprocated. I remember when I turned 16 all of my brothers came through & bought me presents. So I opened up the present from my older brother & it was a tomahawk. You know the face you make when you get a present that you don't like but you try to act grateful while mentally calculating just how long you will have to hold onto this present before you can donate it to the thrift store? I was beyond that. (I think I just broke the world record for the longest sentence ever written) I just didn't understand the thought process behind it "Hmm what should I get Sara? One of the t-shirts she's been hinting at? A CD? No, I think a tomahawk". His reasoning was that it was a gift that only a brother would give to me so I would always remember it. It's true, I always had it on the wall of my college apartments. We also had a silent agreement after that to not give each other birthday presents.
If you were on the Oprah show, what stories would you share??