Everything in life happens for one reason or another and is many times caused to occur because of a previous experience in life. This is the way that the events in life play out for individuals. Usually there is a normal procession and somewhat routine events that happen on a daily basis in a person’s life. Some peoples’ lives are a lot more hectic and crazy then others. These people expect crazy and unusual things to happen to them on a regular basis. I was not one of these people. A time in my normal life when my routine of living was broken was when I ate some specially made blueberry pancakes.
My story begins some time in the early 1990s. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, but I could tell there was something different about the day. There was a weird aroma in the air and I was intrigued. I got up with a big expectation for greatness, because the weird aroma had made me think of heaven. I got downstairs and asked my mom what she was making. When she told me what it was I thought she was a genius! I love blueberries and I love pancakes so for her to put the two together was just great. These pancakes were amazing, and when I say amazing I mean they melted in your mouth and you ate as many as she could make and fought the competition of the rest of your family for them. This became my favorite breakfast and my mom made blueberry pancakes for me often.
A few years later the smell of blueberry pancakes wafted to my room and woke me up from my night’s sleep. I headed downstairs to enjoy my favorite breakfast. Once I got downstairs I saw the pancakes sitting waiting for me on the table. I went to the fridge and got out the syrup and butter, perfect toppings for my pancakes, and a big glass of milk for a healthy breakfast beverage. My mom was not downstairs at the time to assist me with my readying of the blueberry pancakes to eat. She has what I like on my pancakes memorized and would usually have the toppings already waiting and the whole ensemble waiting. I then remembered that she had to work that day. Not thinking much on this I dug into my delicious blueberry pancakes.
There was something different about this batch I mean they were okay, but nothing like the heaven on earth I was expecting. I said whatever and decided to keep eating because I was really hungry and didn’t want to disappoint my mom with any leftovers. I think I had about five when everything started to change and not in a good way. My stomach started gurgling and I started to perspire; my eyes got big as I realized that I was going to lose my breakfast. I ran as fast as I could and tried to get to the rest room, but I didn’t make it and ended up getting sick on the floor in the hallway. I was in really bad shape. I was in the rest room for the entire day and if I wasn’t in the actual room I was never far from it.
When my mom came home from work she noticed me laying in my makeshift bed next to the bathroom door and knew something was terribly wrong. She began to ask me questions; not without getting interrupted a few times so I could make a trip into the bathroom. We were finally able to talk for a few minutes and I told her that I was eating the blueberry pancakes she had made for me when all of a sudden they made me extremely sick and I was still getting sick from them. My mother then said this, “Honey I never made blueberry pancakes this morning, I don’t even remember there being blueberries in the fridge.” This was not good news. If my mom hadn’t made the pancakes then who had? Once I felt a little better I was going to find out that is for sure.
I began to feel a little better, not much, but enough to do some investigating. My older brother, A-Jay came to talk to me and check and see if I was feeling any better. I told him once I found the person who made the pancakes I was going to kick their butt. He laughed, he’s bigger than me so if it was him I probably wouldn’t win a fight and he knew that. This got my suspicions up about A-Jay. I left A-Jay. and went on a search for my other brother Tony. Tony was no where to be found, I checked his room, outside, the living room, everywhere! It was like he was trying to hide from me, and my Aaron senses were tingling. I then remembered that Tony had been gone all last night and today at a friend’s house, so there was no way that he could have made the pancakes for me. I now knew A-Jay was the culprit, but I wanted him to confess. I quickly went back to the TV room where he was residing and acted like I was enjoining the show. The first commercial break I asked him some questions, I asked him why did he laugh when I said I was going to find out who made me sick? A-Jay quickly replied, “I wasn’t laughing at that, I was laughing because you said you were going to beat him or her up!” I said, “I knew it was you. Why couldn’t you just tell me that in the first place and why did you do it?” A-Jay just kept on saying how he thought it was so funny. I got really mad, but I couldn’t do anything about it. He’s bigger than me, a lot bigger and he would definitely win a fight!
For the next two weeks I was feeling under the weather and not really doing anything so that I would not upset my stomach and be sick again. I told myself I would never eat blueberry pancakes again. The next three months every time I smelled them I would get sick all over again. I had lost the one thing I loved. This made me sad and angry with A-Jay and I decided that A-Jay would pay for what he did to me in some way or another. Since me winning a fight was not going to happen I came up with a little prank to get my revenge in a different way. I figured he deserved some sort of consequence for what he did besides just getting into a little bit of trouble from our parents wouldn’t be that bad. I lay in bed for about an hour or two trying to come up with the best possible revenge plot. As I am sitting in my room it just hit me it was like an epiphany. I jumped up out of bed and started figuring out how I was going to put my evil plot into motion. I called all of my friends I knew to see who would be able to go with me to the store when my parents were at work and wouldn’t be able to find out what we were up to. I think I called every one in the phone book and I couldn’t find one person who would take me. Now I’m starting to get frustrated and I am about ready to give up my evil plan. I was on my way downstairs when the phone rang. I looked at the caller id and I realized it was my friend Billy calling me back. I told him my plans and he was more then willing to help me out. We got off the phone and I got dressed. About ten minutes later he arrived at my house, I ran downstairs and we headed towards the store, which was in walking distance of my house. We went to the Meijer by my house to get the stuff. I’m looking all over for my special item and then it happened. It was like it was glowing or something so I picked it up and said, “Billy this is it!”
My plan for revenge had to do with these two components a large dose of Exlax and brownie mix because A-Jay’s most favorite dessert and one I know he can’t say no to is brownies, any type of brownies. When my mom got home from work I asked her if she would help me make some brownies because I wanted to make something special for A-Jay. My mom started to make the brownies, and when she went over to the fridge and wasn’t paying attention I slipped the Exlax pills I had crushed into the brownie mix and stirred them in real quick. When they were done and cooled I ran the pan up to A-Jay and told him that mom and I had made him some brownies. He never knew what hit him! After he had eaten about half of the pan he went in to the bathroom and did not come out for several hours, and his stomach bothered him for a while after the major incident. My parents and A-jay didn’t know what I had done and never found out. They thought that A-Jay’s reaction to the brownies was probably because he ate half the pan or maybe something was wrong with the mix. This made me very happy to know that I was able to get revenge and not get in trouble and also that since he had ruined a food I had loved for some time I had now done the same thing to him.
It was several years before I got up enough courage to eat blueberry pancakes again because I really did not enjoy being that sick for that amount of time. To this day I won’t eat blueberry pancakes if anybody else other than my mom has made them or has been lingering suspiciously in the kitchen when she makes them. This occurrence in my life shows how what seems as a normal activity in life, like eating blueberry pancakes, can cause changes in the way events that follow that critical normal activity.
My story begins some time in the early 1990s. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, but I could tell there was something different about the day. There was a weird aroma in the air and I was intrigued. I got up with a big expectation for greatness, because the weird aroma had made me think of heaven. I got downstairs and asked my mom what she was making. When she told me what it was I thought she was a genius! I love blueberries and I love pancakes so for her to put the two together was just great. These pancakes were amazing, and when I say amazing I mean they melted in your mouth and you ate as many as she could make and fought the competition of the rest of your family for them. This became my favorite breakfast and my mom made blueberry pancakes for me often.
A few years later the smell of blueberry pancakes wafted to my room and woke me up from my night’s sleep. I headed downstairs to enjoy my favorite breakfast. Once I got downstairs I saw the pancakes sitting waiting for me on the table. I went to the fridge and got out the syrup and butter, perfect toppings for my pancakes, and a big glass of milk for a healthy breakfast beverage. My mom was not downstairs at the time to assist me with my readying of the blueberry pancakes to eat. She has what I like on my pancakes memorized and would usually have the toppings already waiting and the whole ensemble waiting. I then remembered that she had to work that day. Not thinking much on this I dug into my delicious blueberry pancakes.
There was something different about this batch I mean they were okay, but nothing like the heaven on earth I was expecting. I said whatever and decided to keep eating because I was really hungry and didn’t want to disappoint my mom with any leftovers. I think I had about five when everything started to change and not in a good way. My stomach started gurgling and I started to perspire; my eyes got big as I realized that I was going to lose my breakfast. I ran as fast as I could and tried to get to the rest room, but I didn’t make it and ended up getting sick on the floor in the hallway. I was in really bad shape. I was in the rest room for the entire day and if I wasn’t in the actual room I was never far from it.
When my mom came home from work she noticed me laying in my makeshift bed next to the bathroom door and knew something was terribly wrong. She began to ask me questions; not without getting interrupted a few times so I could make a trip into the bathroom. We were finally able to talk for a few minutes and I told her that I was eating the blueberry pancakes she had made for me when all of a sudden they made me extremely sick and I was still getting sick from them. My mother then said this, “Honey I never made blueberry pancakes this morning, I don’t even remember there being blueberries in the fridge.” This was not good news. If my mom hadn’t made the pancakes then who had? Once I felt a little better I was going to find out that is for sure.
I began to feel a little better, not much, but enough to do some investigating. My older brother, A-Jay came to talk to me and check and see if I was feeling any better. I told him once I found the person who made the pancakes I was going to kick their butt. He laughed, he’s bigger than me so if it was him I probably wouldn’t win a fight and he knew that. This got my suspicions up about A-Jay. I left A-Jay. and went on a search for my other brother Tony. Tony was no where to be found, I checked his room, outside, the living room, everywhere! It was like he was trying to hide from me, and my Aaron senses were tingling. I then remembered that Tony had been gone all last night and today at a friend’s house, so there was no way that he could have made the pancakes for me. I now knew A-Jay was the culprit, but I wanted him to confess. I quickly went back to the TV room where he was residing and acted like I was enjoining the show. The first commercial break I asked him some questions, I asked him why did he laugh when I said I was going to find out who made me sick? A-Jay quickly replied, “I wasn’t laughing at that, I was laughing because you said you were going to beat him or her up!” I said, “I knew it was you. Why couldn’t you just tell me that in the first place and why did you do it?” A-Jay just kept on saying how he thought it was so funny. I got really mad, but I couldn’t do anything about it. He’s bigger than me, a lot bigger and he would definitely win a fight!
For the next two weeks I was feeling under the weather and not really doing anything so that I would not upset my stomach and be sick again. I told myself I would never eat blueberry pancakes again. The next three months every time I smelled them I would get sick all over again. I had lost the one thing I loved. This made me sad and angry with A-Jay and I decided that A-Jay would pay for what he did to me in some way or another. Since me winning a fight was not going to happen I came up with a little prank to get my revenge in a different way. I figured he deserved some sort of consequence for what he did besides just getting into a little bit of trouble from our parents wouldn’t be that bad. I lay in bed for about an hour or two trying to come up with the best possible revenge plot. As I am sitting in my room it just hit me it was like an epiphany. I jumped up out of bed and started figuring out how I was going to put my evil plot into motion. I called all of my friends I knew to see who would be able to go with me to the store when my parents were at work and wouldn’t be able to find out what we were up to. I think I called every one in the phone book and I couldn’t find one person who would take me. Now I’m starting to get frustrated and I am about ready to give up my evil plan. I was on my way downstairs when the phone rang. I looked at the caller id and I realized it was my friend Billy calling me back. I told him my plans and he was more then willing to help me out. We got off the phone and I got dressed. About ten minutes later he arrived at my house, I ran downstairs and we headed towards the store, which was in walking distance of my house. We went to the Meijer by my house to get the stuff. I’m looking all over for my special item and then it happened. It was like it was glowing or something so I picked it up and said, “Billy this is it!”
My plan for revenge had to do with these two components a large dose of Exlax and brownie mix because A-Jay’s most favorite dessert and one I know he can’t say no to is brownies, any type of brownies. When my mom got home from work I asked her if she would help me make some brownies because I wanted to make something special for A-Jay. My mom started to make the brownies, and when she went over to the fridge and wasn’t paying attention I slipped the Exlax pills I had crushed into the brownie mix and stirred them in real quick. When they were done and cooled I ran the pan up to A-Jay and told him that mom and I had made him some brownies. He never knew what hit him! After he had eaten about half of the pan he went in to the bathroom and did not come out for several hours, and his stomach bothered him for a while after the major incident. My parents and A-jay didn’t know what I had done and never found out. They thought that A-Jay’s reaction to the brownies was probably because he ate half the pan or maybe something was wrong with the mix. This made me very happy to know that I was able to get revenge and not get in trouble and also that since he had ruined a food I had loved for some time I had now done the same thing to him.
It was several years before I got up enough courage to eat blueberry pancakes again because I really did not enjoy being that sick for that amount of time. To this day I won’t eat blueberry pancakes if anybody else other than my mom has made them or has been lingering suspiciously in the kitchen when she makes them. This occurrence in my life shows how what seems as a normal activity in life, like eating blueberry pancakes, can cause changes in the way events that follow that critical normal activity.
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