This one I was with my beloved family again, but my mom had had another boy, and he was about three years old. We were standing in a crowd behind a short wall. Behind the wall was a staircase going down. I set the boy on the railing and jumped down onto the stairs.
Holding up my arms, I said, "Jump down, I'll catch you." Some other older boys watched. My little brother slid off the banister and I caught him, but kind of let him crash into the stairs. Oops. He was okay, though.
I don't remember much more.
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i think my brother might have crashed into the stairs by himself.
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