I was 15 and had just stepped out of the shower. I was (what I thought was tightly) wrapped in a big beach towel. My brother was 18 and on a ladder in the hallway, pulling down Christmas decorations. He asked to hand some boxes down to me so he only had to walk down the ladder once. I reached upward, took two boxes of decorations and then took a third as he descended the ladder. Before I could set the last one down, my brother as stupid as he was, tried walking down the ladder facing forward with stuff in his hands. Suddenly, wham! He tripped and the ladder hit me right on the side of my head. I reached up to try and help and “zip” the towel fell down and he came down on his butt.
I was hurt and bleeding from my scalp so that was my focus. I didn’t pay attention to him landing on the floor about two feet away and his eyes were at pubic hair height. He was far more concerned with my bleeding than I thought attention to me being naked. He was a good big brother who wrapped me in my towel while I was crying and he took me to the bathroom where he put ointment on the cut and the bandage on my scalp. That faded along with the months until summer. We all were going into our pool when he finally said something. He said, “Barb, I hope you trimmed that thing back.