Sleep stories

It's hard to think of a story when you are not here, but I will try tell you one anyway. When I was small my brother and I would play in the back garden after school. We would spend hours conguring up the narrative and props for the game before we would start to play. And when it was finally time to start playing I would lose interest and go inside. This would infuriate my brother. The one afternoon we decided to play macgyver you know the 80's tv show. He said that I had to be tied to the lemon tree, it was part of the plot and then he (macgyver) would come get me out of my impossible situation. So he got the rope and tied me with the knots my dad had taught, threw the hole round the loop and back threw the hole again and then pull tight, I couldn't move, and there I was tied to the lemon tree with no escape. This is when he would leave, only to return as macgyver to get me out before the baddie would come. He didn't. At first I thought it was all part of the theatrical timing but then after what felt like hours he didn't return. I got it... he was teaching me a lesson, but only after much screaming, pleading and my mothers attention did he come from his bedroom with a smile on his face to free me and we carried on playing, and thats my story.