My little sister arrived on the scene when I was four and a half years old. (Remember when ages were stated in half-years?)
Because we were so far apart in age, sometimes I felt a little put-out when my mom asked me to play with my sister. My sister always wanted to play "Little People". We would get out the Fisher Price people--not the chunky ones that dot the store shelves now, but the skinny, choking-hazard ones made back in the olden days--and separate them into families. I fear the Little People had a fairly humdrum existence; I don't remember any of the plots we imagined for them. I do remember tiring of the game much sooner than my little sister did.
Of course, sometimes we played things other than "Little People," but even then my sister's endurance seemed to outlast mine. One day, I came up with a great idea, one that would keep my sister busy and allow me a bit of peace. We would play Hide and Go Seek, just as we had many times in the past, but this time, I decided to expand the boundaries without telling my sister. While she counted to 100, I went to our next-door neighbors house to play with kids my own age. I enjoyed 30 minutes or so of freedom, until my mom called me home. She did not seem to appreciate the perfectness of my plan. Good-bye, Hide and Seek; Hello, Little People.
Now, my sister and I each have our own batch of little people. (Of course, since I am so much older, my little people are mostly grown.) We live in opposite corners of the country, and I wish getting together were as easy as yelling, Ollie Ollie Oxen Free!
Thanks for my little sister. (And my little brother, too.)
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