The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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	My mother has a lot of stories of her and her brothers behaving much differently than people up in the Northeast would. This story resembles her childhood, which was surprisingly active and risky considering how reserved my mother is. She was actually angry at her brothers Stephen and Windsor, who deny that this ever happened.

It was a cold day in February, and Meade Love was uncomfortably stuck a car between her brothers, Windsor and Stephen. They had been in the car for hours, as they were scaling hills in Colorado. Meade Love was fascinated by the tranquil and peaceful nature of Colorado compared to the humid and rebellious Louisiana.

            “Look, snow!”, said Stephen, who was staring out of the window. Almost immediately, the brakes were slammed, and they pulled over. The world stopped for a second as they all stared out of the window, in trance by the glossy abundance of white. The kids looked at each other, knowing what to do.

            She quickly opens the doors and bursts out. The frosty air quickly attacks her untrained, Southern skin. Her father runs first, opens the trunk of the car, and takes out three garbage bags. The three kids snag their garbage bags from their unprepared father, and run towards the hill. Meade Love is the first to notice that is a rock bank, and quickly halts. They knew this would be a bad idea, but know that those are the most fun.

“Take care of your little sister!”, shouts her Mom from the car. She was clearly concerned, but not enough to stop what was already planned.

“Stephen, go to the bottom to catch Meade Love. I’ll push her from the top.”, said Windsor, taking charge as the oldest. Stephen then smiled, put the garbage bag on the top of the hill, and rolled down. He was laughing and had his hands up in the air as he was bumping up and down on the rocks. He safely rolled off the garbage bags, and looked up, one hand giving thumbs up, and the other holding his bum.

Meade Love slowly puts down the bag, making sure that it was flat. She sat slowly as the cold snow shot through the bag and her jeans.

            Before she was ready, a loud “Here you go!” is announced, and Meade Love suddenly shot down the hill faster than she expected. She was luckily avoiding the rocks, and you could see the risk-loving teenager coming out of her. She waved her hands in their air, knowing that these moments won’t last long. Halfway down the hill, she was laughing hysterically, holding onto the trash bag as if she was on top of Aladdin’s carpet. Down the hill, Stephen’s mouth widened as he realized he would never be able to catch his sister, who was speeding towards him. He sprinted to the left as Meade Love zoomed past him, laughing so hard that she didn’t noticed her bum hitting all of the rocks at the bottom of the bank.

Colorado Sledding

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Winter in 1970s
Colorado

My mother has a lot of stories of her and her brothers behaving much differently than people up in the Northeast would. This story resembles her childhood, which was surprisingly active and risky considering how reserved my mother is. She was actually angry at her brothers Stephen and Windsor, who deny that this ever happened.

Decade: 1970s
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Recorded by Gregory Penn on December 8, 2017
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