|Me and my brother, Keith at two and three years old respectively|
We lived in the country about 7 miles from town. I suppose my dad thought he could keep a better handle on us and keep us out of trouble if we were in the middle of no where with no way out! HA We didn't have much in the way of toys just what we came up with in our imagination and when you don't have a lot of toys you'd be surprised at what you can come up with using sticks, cane poles, string, and determination.
|Pretty much the way our creek looked|
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In the winter months when the weather turned really, really cold we would go down to the creek located behind our house which would freeze over. We didn't have skates, too expensive so we skated with our shoes on (the only pair we had). I had just gotten a new pair of the cutest little shoes. They laced up like a saddle oxford but instead of leather they were a brushed velveteen fabric with different colored patches along the laces in different colors. I was so proud of them!
Well, my brother wanted to go skating on the creek but didn't know if the ice would hold us. So, he said to me "you go first and test the ice because you are the heaviest". Well, I was chubby at the time but I had my new pair of shoes on and was afraid I would ruin them. He kept coaching me to "just do it, you'll be fine, I'm sure the ice will hold you." Because I was a girl and wanted to prove that I wasn't afraid and that I was just as tough as he and his friends were I took the first step onto the ice, then another and yet another.
By this time, I was feeling pretty good about myself showing them that I wasn't afraid and that the ice was okay. I had gotten to the middle of the creek when all of the sudden the ice gave way beneath me and I went sinking into the bottom of the muddy creek calf high. He stood on the bank laughing, bent over with his hands above his knees. I knew I was in trouble because I fell again for one of his jokes. I also knew I was in trouble with mom because as I walked out of the water my new shoes were soaked with water and mud and the lovely velveteen looked like that of an animal with matted hair. I ran all the way home and instead of telling my mom, I went to the basement, removed my shoes and hid them under the staircase. I worried all the rest of the day about them but had to wait for them to dry out before I could brush them hoping they would look the same way. The next morning I went downstairs with a brush from our shoe box and tried to brush the velveteen but it was still too wet and the inside of the shoes were still full of squishing water. I didn't put them on but took them into the living room hid them behind a chair and waited until it was time to catch the bus before I slipped them on. I wore them to school soaking wet, hoping that by evening time they would be dry and I could sneak back into the basement to brush them up.
|Not the same style but the same muddy mess|
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You ask, what did my brother do when he saw me crying about my shoes and running home? He did what he always did...laughed.
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