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My sister likes to write stories from our childhood, this one just happens to involve me as an axe wielding big sister!
Enjoy – please note that I have apologised profusely over the years!

Musings from the cold

This is Debbie, my big sister. She doesn’t look much like an axe murderer (mostly because she isn’t) but she did come close a number of years ago.

She looks innocent enough now! She looks innocent enough now!

When I say ‘a number of years’ I’m talking about the late 1960s, so really, quite a long time ago now, when neither of us had yet reached the age of ten.

Our parents had bought a block of land on which to build a house. Dad decided that it would be quite fun to clear the block himself and so after work (for him, school for us) and on the weekends we’d head up to the block and he’d dig up trees and rocks and such like.

As Dad wielded an axe, Debbie, in a moment of father-emulation, took up the tomahawk.

Sharon, said she, hold that rock while I chop it. She knew how this worked…

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      1. I’ve got over most of the stuff between my brother and I, but I do still tend to go on about the time he broke my birthday present (on my birthday) and my mum told me off for letting him play with it (I hadn’t actually let him). I only have one child so I’ve never found myself in the same situation as a parent. I do wonder what goes through their minds though.

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