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MARK BOUMAN || 29<br />
my arms crossed. <strong>The</strong>n I found the wall clock and tried to count the<br />
minutes until lunch.<br />
• • •<br />
Despite starting school, though, the eleven acres <strong>of</strong> sand on Blakely Drive<br />
remained my world. Apart from school, we rarely left home, and if I wasn’t<br />
doing a chore, and if there wasn’t a blizzard or an ice storm, I spent almost<br />
all my time outside, usually with Jerry and sometimes with Sheri tagging<br />
along. Mom had a stock response to our complaints <strong>of</strong> boredom—<br />
complaints that only increased as we grew older and the shine <strong>of</strong> living<br />
alone in the boonies faded.<br />
“Go outside and play,” she’d always say, looking up from her laundry<br />
or her pressure cooker or her dustpan. “And take your sister with you!”<br />
Jerry and I would slouch out the door, and nearly every time Sheri<br />
would ambush us.<br />
“Where ya going?”<br />
“Nowhere.”<br />
“Well, can I come?”<br />
“We’re just gonna walk around.”<br />
“But I wanna come too!”<br />
Jerry and I would stand there, hoping she’d disappear. It wasn’t that<br />
we didn’t like our kid sister— it was that she ruined our fun just by tagging<br />
along.<br />
“You know,” I’d say, “we aren’t even going anywhere.”<br />
“Yes you are! You already said so!”<br />
“Fine. Fine. We’re going to walk up that hill, through those thick,<br />
scratchy bushes.”<br />
We’d set <strong>of</strong>f at a fast walk, and Sheri would have to pump her shorter<br />
legs to keep up. It didn’t take long for the whining to start.<br />
“Wait!” we’d hear from behind us. “Wait!”<br />
“We’re going exploring, Sheri, and if you want to explore, you have<br />
to keep up!”