Good Ol' Days
play our favorite game "Crack the Egg."
Katie folds into a ball holding her toes.
I double bounce her as high as I can, over
and over. After about 10 seconds, Katie
tumbles to her side and lets go of her
toes, her body flailing.
sister Katie is 7 and I am 11. We just finished
wolfing down our dinner and run out of the house in
our bare feet, across the warm floor of the porch
and down the steps into the back yard grass. My
feet feel cold as they sink into the mushy grass
where we had played with the sprinkler earlier
yells out the kitchen window, "Make sure you come
in before dark." There's not much time. We head
straight for the trampoline. I leap on up without
using my hands while Katie climbs up cautiously
using the foot stool. I immediately start jumping
vigorously. Katie copies. We don't care about our
full stomachs because this is our favorite thing to
do. Katie has a huge smile on her face. Her blond
frizzy hair is wild and her arms and legs are all
over the place as she jumps.
play our favorite game "Crack the Egg." Katie folds
into a ball holding her toes. I double bounce her
as high as I can, over and over. After about 10
seconds, Katie tumbles to her side and lets go of
her toes, her body flailing. I'm laughing so hard
that my stomach aches. She's laughing too. We play
a few more rounds and then I fall over onto my
back, still bouncing, laughing, and breathing hard.
Katie does the same.
catch my breath; get up onto my hands and knees to
face my sister. My long hair is covering my face
and sticking to my sweaty forehead. I whip my head
up so my hair flips up and out of my face. I yell
the letters "R-E-S-P-E-C-T." I don't know why. That
song just popped into my head. Katie starts
laughing very loud; her face starts to go red. I
peel over again onto my back laughing too.
gets up onto her hands and knees and tells me to do
it again. I do. Then Katie whips her head up in the
same motion that I had used and adds in "Find out
what it means to me."
keep yelling out as many lines from the song as we
can remember, each time whipping our head and hair
in a very silly mood. I don't care about anything
around me, nor does Katie. We don't even realize
that it's dark.
hear mom's voice, "Time to come in
was then that I realized it was pretty late. Mom
had let us play past dark. My feet are slightly wet
from the dew on the trampoline and the sky dark
enough to see the moon and stars. We jump down off
the trampoline, landing in the mushy grass again.
It made my feet even colder. We run up the steps of
the back porch and into the warm house.
and I sure get along well. We love to play
together. Little did I know, this was the last fond
memory of "playing" I would share with Katie as a
Dog I Teased
Last Days for My
Time Being a Big
on My Eyelid
about Music: Music
Where's My Mommy
- Sandy and Thomas Peters