Write 31: Whisper
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It was just Kyrie and me growing up and, man, did we get into some scraps sometimes! I remember one day we had been "at each other" and my mother exercised great wisdom in how she dealt with us.
At that point, we were living in a house that had a long closet surrounded by hallway. Hard to imagine, sorry, but suffice it to say, she put Kyrie at one end and me at the other and told us to stay there 'til she let us get up. We weren't supposed to talk to each other or move from our spots. Somewhere after the first fifteen seconds, we were soon trying to regain contact with one another scooting as far off of our "spots" as we could and as close to each other as we could, whispering and wanting to get up and play again. Finally, Mama came back through and we asked her if we could get up. Only if we were going to play nicely together, she said, and we very eagerly agreed.
So many other times when Mama would send us to bed, Ky and I would lie awake for long time, whispering stories to each other, making "caves" under the covers for our sock puppet "snakes" or our "hand people" to play in. I didn't realize how much Mother was aware of our activities as we would whisper away the time we were supposed to be sleeping. Sometimes she would let on, other times, not. Finally, we would succumb to weariness, and {Stop.} fall asleep, happy and at peace with each other.
What are some of your special childhood memories? Maybe you were close to a sibling, or maybe you had a special friend in your neighborhood that was like a brother or sister. Feel free to share your happy story in a comment!
It was just Kyrie and me growing up and, man, did we get into some scraps sometimes! I remember one day we had been "at each other" and my mother exercised great wisdom in how she dealt with us.
At that point, we were living in a house that had a long closet surrounded by hallway. Hard to imagine, sorry, but suffice it to say, she put Kyrie at one end and me at the other and told us to stay there 'til she let us get up. We weren't supposed to talk to each other or move from our spots. Somewhere after the first fifteen seconds, we were soon trying to regain contact with one another scooting as far off of our "spots" as we could and as close to each other as we could, whispering and wanting to get up and play again. Finally, Mama came back through and we asked her if we could get up. Only if we were going to play nicely together, she said, and we very eagerly agreed.
So many other times when Mama would send us to bed, Ky and I would lie awake for long time, whispering stories to each other, making "caves" under the covers for our sock puppet "snakes" or our "hand people" to play in. I didn't realize how much Mother was aware of our activities as we would whisper away the time we were supposed to be sleeping. Sometimes she would let on, other times, not. Finally, we would succumb to weariness, and {Stop.} fall asleep, happy and at peace with each other.
What are some of your special childhood memories? Maybe you were close to a sibling, or maybe you had a special friend in your neighborhood that was like a brother or sister. Feel free to share your happy story in a comment!
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