“Today, tell us about the home you lived in when you were twelve. For your twist, pay attention to — and vary — your sentence lengths.”
The house I grew up in when I was twelve was gray in color and desperately in need of a paint job. It was extremely small for a family of eight. My mom always said she had two families. The first, of course, was the three oldest and the second, the last four. My mom always referred to us as, “her four little girls”. The first and second “families” were separated by six years and there were ten years between the oldest and me. I was third youngest in the lineup. Being an identical twin was a much added bonus and I was the older only by five minutes, of course, but that didn’t matter. We were inseparable.
The upstairs was one huge room the length of the whole house that was the girls’ room. All five of us! We fit two sets of bunk beds plus one twin bed for the oldest girl in our room and believe it or not you actually could walk in the room without bumping into things. One might think it was too crowded but not me. I liked all of us sleeping in the same room. It kind of made me feel like we were somehow like “The Walton’s” but I bet if you asked any of my other sisters the answer probably would have been quite different. Personally, I didn’t like being alone. I still don’t!
There was a “dark presence” in the house though. One I don’t care to reminisce about but I do remember studying in my room on more than one occasion (that’s a good thing-lol) and feeling like someone was staring me down. You know the feeling, the eyes that could burn a hole in your back. Honestly, I would not go anywhere alone. I made my twin go everywhere with me upstairs, downstairs, out to the garage, down to the cellar (especially to the cellar) and even to the bathroom if it was in the middle of the night. Yeah, I know a “scaredy cat.”
It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen that house. Now when I think back I have to thank my mom for wanting us “four little girls” outside more than in. Not then though! Knowing what I know now about prayer and Jesus Christ man do I wish I had known that back then. I know now how to fight against the darker things in life with my God!