Have you ever fight with one of your siblings? How was it? Was it even just words; you hit each other or was it a new kind of fight?
Well it was a normal day of my childhood; I was calmly resting on my parent’s bed looking at the TV. I was looking at on of my favorite’s movie “Hercules”. It was like six o’ clock on the afternoon, my dad hadn’t return out from work and my mom was waiting for him. I was feeling happy as I had just gone out from a hot bath and I was wearing my pajamas, my pajama was white with tinny pink roses and some leaves. Suddenly my sister came in wearing the same pajamas as mine; we usually had the same cloth so that we wouldn’t get jealous or fight because we wanted what the other one had.
My sister went to the studio to get some painting books, markers and crayons. She returned to the room and we lied ourselves on the bed and started painting. There was a bottle full of different markers colors. It seemed like a rainbow inside an uncolored box. We started painting the book and having fun while we waited for dinner to be ready.
When we were painting something happened, we both wanted the same marker at the same time, to color. We started arguing about who should use the markers first; we both wanted the marker so there was war between us. We started jumping in the bed in circles and started running from each other. We fell from the bed because our feet flipped in the covers.
Then thing started getting wild you could say, we started grabbing the markers as if they were swords, and started fighting as pirates. The markers were open so we were painting our pajamas. We started changing markers so that the colors vary. We spend around half an hour fighting and getting our pajamas full of markers all colors you can guess. We weren’t fighting anymore we were having fun between sisters. We shout, laugh and had a great time. I bet you can think how our pajamas were at that time full of colors, but not only them also our faces and hands. Suddenly we heard a noise behind our backs and as we turned around we saw our dad. You can know when there’s something wrong with your dad or mom because of their look on its face and their deeply view that penetrates you eyes.
We got really scared of what might happen next so we decided to stay quite. He entered and just got really freaked out as he saw our pajamas all lighted up with markers and our faces also painted. I remember he went out the bedroom and when he came back he had his belt on his hand folded in half. We both knew what was coming next, he slaps some lashes to each of us and he started scolding us because of the mess we had made. After the entire problem we had to go back to the bathroom and take another shower so that the paint from our face will come off. Our pajamas went right to get clean but not all of the maker paint came off so we had to throw them away.
Now that we think of that night with my sister, we just laugh, because we think of how crazy we were when we were little and how crazy we can get when we fight with each other. We created that big fight into a really cool game that made our night really happy, except for the part when you parents arrive and you are making a mischief. Your parent freak out and grant you with not letting you see the TV, but that’s not so important, as cell phones are for us now. The best parts of childhood are those crazy and amazing funny times, you never forget.
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| SISTERS FOREVER :D |
