Two Writing Teachers sponsors Memoir Monday. Here is their inspiration/charge for the week. I wrote about a "mundane" family memory. This is about my brother, when he was a toddler. We went to Jacksonville Beach, he got crabs in his swim trunks, and no one believed him while for awhile. His little bum got eat up. It's a story my mom still tells today.
BTW, sorry for the sing-songy rhyme. I've been reading a lot of rhyme to my daughter lately and it's catching up with me.
It wasn't ants in his pants,
but he was doing a dance
my brother the swimmer, the sand castle builder,
had trouble in the depths of his swimming trunk filter
He pranced all around the sand castle moat,
He flopped his whole body in front of the boat
"Get them out! Get them out!" he yelled at our mom,
"There's nothing in there, now just remain calm."
They're biting my butt, I just cannot stand it,
You must get them out of my trunks, this minute.
She peeked in his shorts, as he wiggled some more,
Out popped three crabs right onto the shore.
"I told you! I told you!" he said in dismay,
then he ran off and returned to his play.
All day he kept checking to be sure the crabs had cleared out,
for the rest of the day, he was on crab lookout.