...Woo Hoo! I could hardly wait as I walked across the yard to the house. For convenience sake, it was suggested that I enter through the front door for quick access to the bathroom. Not wanting to waste one second more than necessary, I pushed through the door and headed into the house. Thank goodness Mother had recently purchased new towels and had hung them on the rack just inside the bathroom, this made clean-up much easier. I grabbed the first towel and went about the work of getting rid of the paint. It was then that I noticed it was not coming off my new shirt easily. The second towel would do the trick. I was on a time crunch to get back out to the shop to finish the game, so I quickly grabbed it, as well as the matching washrags. And then, I heard the footsteps.
I am not certain if it was the horrified look or the startled gasp that escaped her mouth that brought a moment of clarity, unlike any other, to my five year old mind. At this point, my memory goes somewhat fuzzy. It is possible that I swooned. It was an instant of stark realization of what I had done coupled with the understanding of what was about to take place. Although this was our first foray into the game of “Frankenstein”-- it was not our first foray into “Big Trouble.”
Because of past experience as well as those subsequent, it is with great certainty that I can say it went down like this. We ended up in our parents’ room sitting together on the cedar chest until our punishment was meted out. We were left to consider our actions. Instead, we used the time to accuse each other for causing whatever we were facing. Then it was time…a date with the executioner. She stepped into the room. With sure footing and graceful arms, she wielded her switch like a Ninja master. And I am almost certain she never even considered the self-esteem of either one of us…
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