I'll never forget the many places my sister and I would go on our bicycles. We'd either be looking for bottles, or some other type of treasure. Most people refer to their discarded items as pure junk. Well, not Cissy and I!- We knew the true value of these things, and made sure to collect as much of it, as we could carry home with us.
Now, Cissy and I had a lot of places that we'd like to travel to, from time to time. Sometimes, we'd go hunting for special rocks and jewels found on the railroad tracks. Other times, we'd stop off at the cookie-man's shack for a free sample, or two. But, there was this one place that we would make sure to go by at least once a week ( especially during the summer break, when we had plenty of time to browse around, a bit ) This place was later referred to as " the ruins."
I'll never forget the day I woke up and asked Cissy," Hey, what are we gonna do today, Cissy?"
She lazily looked at me and said," I don't know, Joey, let me wake up and get somethin' to eat first, will ya?"
Well, it was a Monday and even though we were on summer break from school, it was still kind'a hard for Cissy to get goin' anywhere early on a Monday morning. So, I waited five minutes and asked her again, "Hey Cissy, what about that place down at the end of the street?"
Well, that woke her all the way up, and she yelled," Are you crazy, dummy? Haven't you heard that there are ghosts and all kind'a things in there could swallow us up, like that?"
She snapped her fingers when she said that last word, so I knew she was serious.
However, I was a little more curious than scared at the time, so I thought I'd just wait for her to eat her breakfast, and then I'd try something else on her. (For those of you that don't already know this, when you're the youngest one, you have to find different and exciting ways to get the older ones to do what you wanted to do in the first place. However, this may take some time. So, instead, you just keep on asking 'till they finally can't take any more, and just give in. I believe that they refer to the latter method as "pain in the butt" psychology.)
Well, I had to use the "pain in the butt" method on Cissy, and we were finally on our way. When we got to the end of the street, we stopped and looked across the road. I remember telling Cissy, "It's a good thing I changed my underwear this morning!''
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