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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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I see a girl. She is about sixteen years old and wearing a blind fold. She has dark brown hair and is reaching out as she hears someone near. We are in a wooded area. It is Fall season, and all the leaves have fallen to the ground. It is early evening or late afternoon. I think the girl is my sister Elza and both of my brothers are present along with me. We are giggling as she stumbles about and lunges at us. I go up close to tease her and she swipes at me and I almost fall trying to get away. At this point Lothar rushes up and taps her on the back and she spins around and grabs him. There is a tussle because he tries to get away. And since there are lots of dried leaves on the ground, their fast footsteps rustle through them. We are surrounded by naked trees and a stream bed nearby that is barely flowing. It's starting to get cold out and we wonder if we should go back to the house. Elza has pulled the blind fold down. She looks older than sixteen to me, and I think she looks a lot like our mother. The light from the sky is fading fast and we start to head back making sure that we have Bolko with us. He looks like he's about five years old and seems to be enjoying himself with his own childlike ramblings. Elza takes his hand and I walk next to Lothar, and we talk in conspiratorially low tones to each other. Elza is ignoring us and paying attention to Bolko and talking to him in a motherly fashion. It was actually quite a touching scene to see her so tenderly looking after our youngest brother. Of course, Lothar and I had plans contrary to the nurturing bliss. Lothar and I make our move against our poor unsuspecting sister even though she really should have known better. Somehow we yank her skirt down below her knees. This, quite obviously, really pisses her off and she yells at us as she tries to pull her skirt back up quickly. Lothar and I hang about to see how angry she gets and once she has her clothes back in order, she chases after us with Bolko merrily tagging along. She is really mad and when she gets close enough to grab a hold of one of us, we get smacked soundly about the upper body. I know, she caught me by the coat and started hitting me until I managed to get away. She chased us thusly all the way back to the house and by the time we arrived it was dark and time for dinner. Never say that girls won't hit hard. I think she thrashed me quite soundly. We were probably foolish to mess with her. Upon arriving at home, she complained to mother, but we informed her that Elza got enough revenge for several assaults. The house was nice, warm, and bright when we got in. The warmth of the house made my cold face tingle. Elza was still glaring at Lothar and myself for a long while during supper. We both thought it was all great fun. |
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