Salt banana memory
The darkest day of the year for us inhabitants of the northern hemisphere is now behind us.
I’m at my sister in law’s family for Christmas.
It’s very nice.
Here’s a memory I don’t like:
Once when in her teens my bigger sister was a Goth. Her cousin (arguably this is also my cousin but I’ve never felt any kinship with her) would always come visiting during summer. She too was goth but with a broken front tooth. They liked to spend their summers together, listening to My Dying Bride and wearing fishnet stockings over their arms and such typical goth stuff, and they did go to a lot of parties where young people would drink and have premarital sex.
This time for the summer visit, the cousin had brought a friend with her. A normal friend who wasn’t Goth and who didn’t know my family or anything, she knew only my sister’s cousin and for whatever reason she came along.
We did have a huge birch tree outside of our house which we’d built a treehouse in, or at least the flooring of one, a few years prior when we were of treehouse building age.
They did lure this normal person up into the treehouse somehow, and then removed the ladder and went inside, leaving her alone up there, unable to get down safely. They went in and after some time started making mashed bananas which they poured salt on. They were gonna feed that to her, but I’d already put the ladder back by the time they went back outside.
Must’ve been a terrible summer break for this friend of my cousin. She didn’t come the next time. I never saw her again.
I think about this from time to time and feel bad about this “friend“, but I’m sure my sister hasn’t because she appears unable to think about anyone besides herself.