My brother Chris used to really hate getting sprayed by the sprinkler. I’ll always remember one time in particular when I got him with a good sprinkler prank. I was probably 4 or 5 years old and he was 2 or 3. Probably 5 and 3… It was a summer day in the Chicago suburbs and the sprinkler was our means of not ending up with heat stroke. My mom was filming us with an old video camera (no sound) and we were just running around the spinning sprinkler as it threw freezing cold water at our feet. It was hard to get all the way up to the sprinkler because the closer you’d get, the more freezing cold water it would drench you with. I’m not sure why I loved tormenting my brother, but I thought it was funny to grab Chris by the hand and pull him as close as I could get to the sprinkler until the water was too cold for me and then run away. That’s when I got the awesome idea to run quickly up to the sprinkler and hold it to keep it from spinning. While it was being held, it only sprayed 3 straight streams of water so anyone could walk right up to it without getting sprayed. Then I’d tell Chris I wouldn’t let it spray him and to come over and check it out. Right when he would get really close to it, I’d let go and run away. Of course, he got drenched and ran from the sprinkler crying hysterically. I think I repeated this about 3 times before he decided he couldn’t trust me anymore, no matter what I said.
– Written by Mr. T on October 16, 2011