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Sitting in the thick branches of the Maple tree. She tried again to whistle through her teeth. Making a semblence of sound she then tried the two-fingers on the mouth whistle technique. That one required ah, a skill she had not figured out yet. In a few days she would have braces on her teeth. Oh it was scary and worst of all... she would be even more different. More different than Bic, more different than all the other kids. She already wore corrective shoes, had hundreds of freckles, way to curyl hair and was skinnier than a ballerina, skinnier than Twiggy even. NO! she didn't want her teeth fixed.

Um well wait a minute, nawww lots of kids had buck teeth. Only a few had freckles though. No it was scary and maybe she would not be able to whistle at all after the braces were done. She hadn't been allowed to cry or whine or poorest any more. So the tree had become the place to let it all kinda' run through her thinking.

Well at least she'd get out of half a day at school.

Dr Weddei was not a nice man she really, really, didn't like him. But that's who was picked, so thats who it would be for a least four years.

The leaves were full out on the trees and she was nealry invisible. It was great being up here. She really wanted to climb higher but that was scary to her mother and she would not climb so high. She wanted to though, but the tree stood on the parking. The grassy space was small and the concrete sidwalk and the street were the only other surface under the tree. Well some times the car was there it would break a fall but dad was always taking about broken collar bones and stuff, so she would be obedient. IF not she might be banned from the tree altogether. That would'nt be any fun.

Bic would either be jealous or odd about the braces. Bic liked things a certain way. Bic lived in a house where all the rules were way differnet. She didn't really understand that at all. Nothing in her house was like that, but Bic was not the same as other kids. Any way after a while Bic wouldn't make such a big deal out of it...... Feeling nervous again as she thought about how much it would hurt, she changed her postion in the tree. Her boney little bottom didn't like to be in one place to long. Besides tree bark was rough on this kind of maple.

It made her feel good to be hidden. She hid in the house sometimes too. Not to spy like some of her brothers and sisters thought but to be alone. Up here was out in the open but completly hidden and usually alone. She came up here when the neighbor kids were mean or just doing stupid stuff. Oh when she needed to feel sorry for herself. NO one wanted you around when you were whiney.

Time to get up in the apple tree in the back yard. She placed her feet carefully on the holds that would lead her to where the large branch forked upward. Then she hung on to the large branch and sort of swooped down and onto the grass. Full tilt running to the back, she monkied her way up the other tree limb by limb. Now this was a happy place. Hanging by her knees she waited there just scanning the back yard upside down. Peeking through the slats of the fench she watched the activity in the alley. Bic would like this..... To bad they lived just a little to far away from each other. Bic was always doing something interesting. Bic was gonna' go salmon fishing today... she had wanted to go but some things were not allowed. Bic's family and her family were not really friends enough for some stuff. Oh well she and Bic were freinds. Forever! Forgetting now about the braces she heaved herself back up right scamped back down the tree like Cheeta and Tarzan in a race, and went into the house... Kool-aid was in the fridge in the old metal pitcher. She loved kool-aid. She hoped there was some ice.

Posted by lampoil on 2008-05-21 17:56:20 | Rating:

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		ay'll bet bic's mom caught a lotta fish, huh?! :)
Posted by CaptJackSparrow on 2008-05-21 18:21:48


		very nice thanks for shareing, peace
Posted by bjm1 on 2008-05-21 19:29:35


		This makes me remember the days I spent out in the woods with a friend walking all day. Or even what it felt like to be really high in a tree. smile
Posted by anotherdaze on 2008-05-22 10:13:37


		hey Jack I BET she did too?? :)
Posted by lampoil on 2008-05-22 13:05:18


		ahhh Bj thank you dear one!
Posted by lampoil on 2008-05-22 13:05:47


		Daze, thats' exactly how I wrote by remembering things.
Posted by lampoil on 2008-05-22 13:07:05


		So long ago now. lol It took two sets of braces in reality. Thank you for the most lovley compliment
Posted by lampoil on 2008-05-28 23:32:46


		You brought to mind the agonies of being skinny as a child. I should have such problems now! But some of the comments made by my step father's parents, sister and her children, when my mother brought a skinny 5 year old into their family affected my self image for years. Even into my teen years I was painfully modest. I try to be careful about comparing the differences in my grandchildren, but sometimes forget. Thank you for reminding me.
Posted by sharetheword on 2008-07-02 09:44:05


		Hello share... the whole phrase in my family was "Buck toothed, blue eyed, freckled face, curly hair, pigeon toed, skin and bones Jo" I still get nervous if I get "thinish"
Posted by lampoil on 2008-07-02 15:17:00


		Beautifully written, lampoil! You just transported me back a few years - I could actually smell the tree. And the whistling took a lot of work, but I finally got it!
Posted by BootLady on 2008-08-09 07:32:35


		I cant believe it Yesterday I wrote a story about our apple tree in our backyard when I was a kid and how I would sit there for hours thinking about my future. I really spent an enormous amount of time in there...I felt like I was in there with you when I read this!
Posted by roe on 2008-08-11 01:56:15