I cant remember the exact age that I was when realised that my life with my big sis in it would be a constant adventure but that’s exactly what its been for as long as I can remember. Childhood games were never straight forward they always had an exciting twist which I accepted as the normal and it was not until I grew up that I realised how enchanted my big sis had made my childhood so its no surprise we have continued to enjoy each others company laugh at lot and enjoy exploring together.
To give you an example on rainy days when most people threw a blanket over two chairs and created a den and hid underneath it and your parents hoped you would be amused with this for little while we were packing for our amazon rain forest adventure. A careful selection of food was “acquired” from the kitchen pantry downstairs when our mother was distracted and this was packed away along with other goods required for our tent . The trip would always begin by going into the large cupboard in our bedroom, It was a large square one and inside it had shelves on all its sides that held all our toys, coats and school bags I would watch confidently as big sis took charge pulling the door shut with purpose only and allowing a slither of light in the inside. Big sis was always very careful and aware that I may not like complete darkness and in fact in all my memories with her she never once made me feel unsafe-apart from when she nearly dislocated both my arms when we escaped the farmers sheep dog but that’s a story for another time . Anyway back to cupboard or as I should have said the “time machine ” (did everyone not have one of these in their bedroom) we would stay there a short time until we had deemed we had reached the amazon and only then would we exit with our coats on (of course it had been and still was raining heavily in the bedroom) and start our journey to find a clearing for our camp .We had to jump creatively from big sis`s bed to my bed several times sometimes nearly falling in the gap in between this created a lot of banging and crashing which our mother never appreciated and frequently shouted at us from a great distance to stop but what she really failed to realise was the gravity and danger of situation we were facing in trying to avoid the huge sized crocodiles in the rivers below our beds on our journey to camp.
After reaching a clearing and base camp it was time to pitch the tent -and this is what mesmerised me at such young age and stayed with me my whole life, just how had my big sister made a tent from washing rope, a massive sheet (again acquired from a source I suspect our mother would not have approved off ) and the peg bag from washing line -which again thankfully she would not miss as if anyone who would hang washing out in rain ! Somehow the washing rope was tied between the bedroom window curtain railings and the “time machine” cupboard and the extra large sheet was suspended cleverly over this and arranged with help of washing pegs to clip it into a circular shape and so the rolly poly tent was invented . Even the inside of the tent was cleverly finished with a smart towel pegged in the middle (equal halves she was always fair) making it quite possibly the first two bedroomed rolly poly tent of its kind.
I just remember from my childhood days be them rain or shine my big sister made all of them an adventure and none were ever ordinary . Even today (a good too many years later lets not dwell on the precious number -no one likes reminded of their age) I am grateful to have real life enchantedtrails to go with her . These are still exciting as we explore exciting pathways with both our minds and feet. Cant think of a better person to have by my side as I do so. How lucky am I .
Daisy xx
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