Last snowed in Sunday, we accidentally became reminiscent over old homemade newspapers, paper dolls and a cassette tape.
The first were a study in early computer experimentation, complete with cut and paste clip art.
The paper dolls were more artistically creative, as well as a frightening look at how many children a ten year old considers realistic to birth.
And then there was the unmarked tape, which contains all seven scenes of "The Coughing Closet Case," plus an epilogue.
Of course, it is amusing. Our squeaky, little girl voices raised in giggles. The story is also a little alarming. At one point our 'mother' urges us to go back to sleep. Even if there is a spy in the closet, "the door is locked and you will be safe until morning."
It's also a mini-study in sibling dynamic. I was given to introducing far fetched story elements, or verbal tangents that included what dresses our characters would wear to school tomorrow. Abi had final word on the plot twists which survived and developed. Millie on the other hand, once feebly tried to introduce a mysterious floor creak, and was promptly brushed off by the rest of us. "You probably squeaked it yourself."
But things change and we change, and in the end, the only fact the held true was the end. After a conclusion which involved making a charitable donation to the army; we finished with the most churched of all touches. A warbling, poorly harmonized version of the three fold amen.
It's totally not normal. And for some reason, it felt just right.