The oldest of the siblings was Napoleon, the second was Josephine, then George, and lastly me Canute Pannerman.
Growing up I can remember in my younger ages, going through stages of eavesdropping on conversations to satisfy curiosity.
An example is when Napoleon (at this time sixteen) and Dad had a talk about a party Napoleon and Josephine (age fourteen) went to, it sounded very strange, come to think of it every conversation sounded strange.
I remember the family being dysfunctional, everyone off at another party, creepy strangers always swinging by, and no quality time together. I was miserable at home, so miserable that it chased me more and more to my friend Jack Anders and his family, Phoebe his oldest sister, Rehab his second sister (still older) and his father James. They became like a second family, we went to football games, picnics in the park, even board game nights. As bad as it sounds, the best memories of my childhood I had with them.
James became like my second father, Jack like another brother, and his sisters, my sisters. I was Jack’s best man on his wedding day and the brother he never had, and he was the little brother I never had. If it wasn’t for them I would never had become the man who I am today.
The Anders and me played games all together like run ball (a game about getting or “running” a ball to the end of a field and back again by tossing it from teammate to teammate in what is called a team line, if you missed or your teammate failed to catch the ball you gained a point, whichever team had the lowest score at the end won the game) football (or as the strange fellows call it, soccer), or card games.
Another pass time me and Jack loved were pranks. I can still remember vividly the weekends being spent putting dye in shampoo, throwing or dropping water balloons, fart sound effect hidden under the cushion, and my favorite the handshake buzzer. It was usually me and James pranking his sisters, but there was some times I turned sides and worked with his sisters to get him.
As I grew older I moved to from grade school to college, but I will always look back on the good old days with the Anders, and the admittedly bad with my own.