Mom and Dad had spent three months paneling the living room and hallway. They also put squares of gold-veined mirror up in the front room hoping to make the area look bigger.
One of the extra things they did was to mount into the wall an old piece of ship’s timber that acted as a resting place for our telephone. It was about five-feet long, two-and-half feet wide, three-inches thick and about four-feet off the ground.
One of the things that occurred every time the phone rang was a mad-dash for the hallway. It was during one of these mad-dashes, we discovered how much Marcy had grown.
She flew out of the bedroom she shared with our sister Deirdre, yelling, “I got it!”
However we soon realized she didn’t “got it.” Instead we heard a large thump followed by an even louder thud.
Marcy had made the corner, but failed to duck out-of-the-way of the ship’s timber. She caught the massive piece of wood with her forehead.
Kid’s being kids — we failed to offer her any help as we were all laughing too hard.