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Topic: Sibling(s) (05/01/08)
TITLE: The Back Forty
By Tessy Fuller
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â€œLast one to dadâ€™s truck is a rotten eggâ€ I yelled as I flung open the door, the hinges screaming their dislike. I glanced over my pillow tussled hair to see my brother just a few strides behind me. Just as I began to gloat at my victory, my monkey toes were suddenly threw off balance as I leapt from soft green grass to chunky rocks of gravel. I found myself sprawled across the driveway grimacing in pain as my newly torn flesh throbbed its existence. I rolled over expecting to see a face of sympathy staring down at me. Instead my little brother leaped like a deer across my mangled body. He quickly touched the side of dadâ€™s truck and turned to look at me, his sandy brown hair hanging in his eyes. â€œI win!â€ he boasted proudly. â€œYouâ€™re the rotten egg, and boy do you stink.â€ He ran back to the house giggling in delight as I made my way to my feet.
As dadâ€™s truck rumbled its good-bye we began to prepare for our day of adventure. It was spring and the bluebells were just beginning to bloom in the back forty. The sun filtered through the window as we promised mom that we would be back to do our chores before dad returned. I slopped together two peanut butter sandwiches and threw an apple into a Wal-mart bag. Lee grabbed the discarded butter knife off the table and began to lick it, drool running down his chin. â€œYou are so disgusting.â€ I told him, rolling my eyes in his direction. â€œAre you going to be able to keep up this time?â€ I asked. â€œAre you going to be able to stay on your feet?â€ he shot back at me, pin-pointing his look directly at my skinned elbow. â€œWhatever, letâ€™s go.â€ I replied.
We headed to the back forty, stopping inside the fence quickly to say â€œHelloâ€ to Bessy our cow. Lee ran ahead of me, his pigeon toed feet dancing through the long grass swaying in the breeze. I trailed on behind him thinking about how much I loved weekends and how I couldnâ€™t wait for summer. Summer was a time when weekends never ended. â€œLook what I found!â€ Lee hollered his voice echoing from under the rickety bridge. I had almost caught up with him but I knew by the tone of his voice that he was up to no good. I could see his Osh Kosh overalls laid across the mismatched planks; his head was dangling close to the water. I peered down at his hand, which he brought up slowly, an ornery grin breaking out across his chubby cheeks. â€œGet away from me!â€ I warned. â€œYou know I hate those things.â€ I took off running alongside the creek just far enough down to where I could jump over it. I took a flying leap just before two little muddy hands attached two little pinchers to my backside.
After a good chase, Lee returned Mr. Crawdad back to his home and we continued on our journey. There was so much waiting for us. Fallen trees that would materialize before our eyes into giant ships, their sails like giant marshmallows would puff up as the wind carried us to new lands. There was a bank full of sand, where we would build intricately designed castles, laced with acorns, flowers, pebbles, and whatever else we could scavenger up. Sometimes we would even work together and build a moat complete with a perfect sized piece of tree bark for a drawbridge. Today we were especially excited to return to our sanctuary of imagination. The day before we had a met a new friend. Along several branches on the bow of our ship, a spider had made its home. We had named her Orlando. At least I thought it was a girl, Lee wanted it to be a boy.
My brother and I have many fond memories from our times in the back forty. When we would cross that fence, suddenly he wasnâ€™t just my dweeby little brother anymore. We became comrades. It was a place that put no limits on our imaginations, only limits on our time. It always seemed sooner rather then later we would hear dadâ€™s truck rumbling towards home. We would hightail it back, knowing how much trouble we were in.
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