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Looking for the unexpected in the mundane.

Now We Are Six

on February 22, 2016

“When I was one,
I had just begun.
When I was two,
I was nearly new.
When I was three,
I was hardly me.
When I was four,
I was not much more.
When I was five,
I was just alive.
But now I am six,
I’m as clever as clever.
So I think I’ll be six
now and forever. “

A. A. Milne

christopher-robin
This is the best time of my life! I am much wiser than I was just a few years ago. My mom says I was the most mischievous of all the three year olds she has ever seen, but I was learning and exploring and I usually didn’t make the same mistake twice. Like I never went to visit the neighbors without permission again after that one time when my mom couldn’t find me. I know better than that now. And I won’t bring sugar packets home from the church kitchen in my shoes again either. I can’t believe all the things my mom sees.

I love being six and that is why my little sister is always wanting to catch up. I am the middle sister. I don’t have to work as much as the older one and I don’t have to take naps like the little one. Now you see why I like being me.

When school started last fall I got very discouraged about so many years- 12 in all!- until I am done with school. I was crying one day and my mom said I should go out to play with my kitty. That made me feel much better! I love my kitty so much that I go out in the freezingest weather to make sure she has food. Her name is White Nose and she rubs on my legs. I always check on the bunny too, even though that is not my responsibility. If the bunny gets out of her cage, I can catch her because she knows I like her.

Last year I learned to ride my bike without training wheels, then I started riding my big sister’s bike that is so high off the ground that I fall when I stop. I love rushing through the back yard with my hair flying behind me. My mom tries to make sure I wear socks and boots in the wintertime, but my very happiest thing is running barefooted. One time I was picking blackberries and I stepped right on a broken jar that cut my foot. I had to get six stitches and I didn’t even cry a little bit. Afterward I got ice cream with sprinkles.

I know how to build a little fire to roast things on. My mom likes when I ask first, just so she knows about it. For snacks I like marshmallows but sometimes we don’t have any, so we try roasting other things. Apples take kind of long. Most times when I want a snack, I peel a cucumber or cut up a pepper and share it with my little sister. My mom can always smell it on my breath and she says she can’t keep salad things in the fridge, but at least it is a good habit. The worst way to start my day is trying to eat an egg. It just makes me cry.

Soon it will be spring and that will be wonderful! I even found a wooly bear caterpillar today and put it in the terrarium. I have plans for a garden this summer. I want lots of vegetables in mine, but especially flowers to pick. I can save the seeds and have more flowers next year!

My best friend is my cousin and he is a boy! He is six too, and we can play in the woods together for hours. We are Indians! Really, we have a grandmother, lots and lots of greats ago, that was an Indian. We like to fish too. But my brothers don’t like when we use their poles and get the lines all tangled.

Guess what! I can read much better than I could when I was crying about school that day. I have been practicing and it isn’t quite so hard anymore. I just love stories. My mom is reading Mrs. Piggle Wiggle to us and I think it is so funny how she trains the children to do their jobs. I don’t really like to work very much. It’s so boring. But I don’t want the Not Picking up Toys Cure.

I don’t know what I will be when I get big. I am thinking about being an artist or a doctor. It’s hard to know when you are just six.

 

 

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