Like I’ve said before,
BigBrother is five years older than I.
At different times in
childhood that is a huge gap.
So when he would deem me ‘fit
to associate with’ I was thrilled!
One Christmas there was a whopping
snowstorm and we decided to go for a walk in the snow.
I remember the hush that fell
over the neighborhood. The way the large fluffy flakes slowly drifted down from
the sky and sparkled in the street lights. The way our voices sounded muffled
as we talked. The snow crunching under our boots, and the way our breath made
little clouds in front of our faces.
But most of all I remember
how BigBrother spoke to me.
When we were little, we
fought a lot or avoided each other, like most siblings I imagine.
Being of different genders (and
the age difference) we went our separate ways as we grew.
But this particular night we
were just two kids talking and laughing and sharing secrets.
Sweet
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ReplyDeleteSo often, your special memories remind me of some of my own. Maybe that's another reason why I love reading your posts so much.
ReplyDeletethose whopping snowstorms are made to bring out the best in brothers. I have some wonderful snowstorm memories (even though we don't get many storms here, just lots of snow and cold).
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