Here is something I wrote strictly from the point of view of me as a child. It is funny how some memories come to me this way and others are so matter of fact as an adult’s perspective.
I’m the first one up. It is a sunny day. My sisters are laying so still. I crawl out of the double bed I share with Melinda gently and quietly. Gladys doesn’t budge on the top bunk and Eleanor still lies on the cot by the window with her arm hanging out of bed.
I tiptoed to the kitchen where I hear dishes and pots moving and clanging. Mom is busy.
“Good morning”, I say. Dad has already gone to work. We don’t see him much during the summer. He’s gone before we ever get up and when he comes home we are often in bed.
Sometimes when we know he’s coming home for supper we hang out on the road watching and waiting to see his car. When we do see it turn the corner at the end of our crescent we run down the road as fast as we can and pretend we are hitchhikers for dad to pick us up.
Maybe we can do that tonight. Right now I eat cornflakes and mom tells me my clothes are out on the line. I’ll be the first one outside!
As soon as I finish eating I head outside. I open the door and then cower to protect my eyes. Our house is so dark compared to the bright sun. Once adjusted I dash to towards the clothes line in my nightgown. The close line is at the back of the yard. I crossover the gravel driveway to get to the grassy path.
I am so tough that I can walk on these rocks and I am only six years old! They don’t hurt my feet at all. I am going to be even tougher when I am bigger!
I think I am the first one up in the whole neighbourhood! The first to breathe in this morning air. I don’t hear a sound anywhere around me.
I dance, playing with the dew. It wants to make me as wet as possible so I try tiptoeing and jumping to get to my clothes. I’m giggling because the dew is winning.
It is tickling me with its cold wet fingers. As I jump and dance not only are my feet wet so are my legs. I grab my sundress off the line careful not to break the clothes pins. Then I run back to the house. Hopefully the dew won’t catch me if I run fast.
I get inside and change in the kitchen so I won’t wake my sisters. I slip on my sundress ignoring my wet legs. Throwing my nightdress on a chair I dash outside barefoot. The newness of the day is mine.