We were both little. I guess you could say we were always in trouble; we liked to argue a lot. We were mean to each other, but then we had some good times, too. We were always ourside, never really inside much. I remember we would go back behind the house where the gardens and trees were or down by the creek beyond our property lind. Sometimes we would even go across the road into the bird sanctuary.
Do you remember when we went across the road with our dog, Tank? We climbed the hills to the trail we always walked up and went to the Nye farm. It was old and rundown. We picked the apples from the trees up there; they were extremely delicious and sweet like honey. We looked in the windows of all the buildings and went back for more apples. Then, in the big, yellow shop, we heard voices. We didn't think we were supposed to be up there. Running fast, we hid behind some bushes and watched carefully. Nobody came out, but we were still scared, hearts pumping hard, loud in our ears. We snuck around the building quietly towards the trail. We ran so fast and heard, until we were out of sight of the building, not sure if anyone was following us. We were so scared we would get caught. We didn't tell anyone about that event, it was our secret, and we didn't go back up there for a couple days. Now, we don't even care. We love going up ther and exploring. Something we will always love to do, no matter how old we get. Miss you lots, little brother! Stay healthy and be good!
Love,
Your sister
