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Today’s Story: Kristin Demski vs. The Railing

Kristin is on the left and I’m on the right…towering over her.

When I was four, I moved to Marilyn Estates in Mokena.  Across the street lived the Demski’s.  The first day we were moving in I walked right over to Kristin Demski’s house and we were friends ever since.

As the years went on, we were both on the Gators Swim Team, played soccer for the same indoor and outdoor teams, and hung out nearly every day.  I can’t remember one day of my childhood that we were not wearing a bathing suit.  At one point my mom found us mid-October swimming in the ditch after it had rained.  Gross.

When you’re around someone daily, you are bound to argue.  Kristin and I were great at arguing when we were younger…over anything.  I don’t know what caused me to “get back at her” but this is one of my favorite stories from childhood.

One day, when Kristin and I were 6 or 7, we were playing at my house.  I have a landing at the top of the stairs at my house and you can see the front door from the landing, so anyone who walks in can look up and see you if you’re standing there.

I convinced Kristin that I could stick my head in the railing and get it out.  Keep in mind, to this day I have the smallest head ever, so it wasn’t surprising that my head could fit and not get stuck.  I’m also pretty sure that the railing I was sticking my head through was bigger than the others.

Kristin decides that she can fit her head in the railing, too.  She jammed her head through and said, “Look!  I can do it, too!”  Little did she know her head was bigger than mine, and the railing was smaller than the one I was attempting to go through.  So here I am looking at Kristin with her head jammed in a railing as she’s crying hysterically.

I run to get my dad, and in the meantime, my brother’s friends are walking in the door looking up and seeing this little kid with her head stuck in our railing while she’s sobbing.  Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure they all laughed in her face.

I get my dad and he starts yanking on Kristin’s head to try to get it out…no success.  After that, he tells me, “Hold down her ears.”  Doesn’t work.  (She’s still sobbing.)  Finally, my dad comes up the stairs with a saw.  He had to saw off our railing to get her head out…which I find hysterical to this day.  Poor Kristin was sitting there like a caged animal stuck in our railing for at least 30 minutes.

After that I’m pretty sure my dad yelled at us, but we were just happy her head was out.

There are so many Kristin/childhood stories that I have…I’ll have to tell more in weeks to come…i.e. the jell-o jigglers on the ceiling fiasco, Kristin’s chipped tooth and me searching for it in the deep end of her pool with goggles, and her banana-seat bike accident.

Isn’t it great to remember childhood stories?  I feel so lucky that my best childhood friends are still so close to me.  I will be the Maid of Honor in Kristin’s wedding on July 16th…despite me getting her head jammed in a railing.

Like I said before…always in our swimsuits.  Take notice that Demski has no tan lines on her ass…hence, she wore her suit shoved up her butt every day.  I was once a tall, wedgie-wearing little girl.  Ah, the good ol’ days.