When I was seven-years-old and my sister three, she moved into the hall closet and I moved into her crib. I filled it with my stuffed animals and blankets and pillows. I was safe. I pretended that we were Noah’s Ark, but since there was just one of each kind of most animals, they paired up as they pleased. We rolled through the waves, singing, and telling stories and jokes. We weathered violent storms and avoided sinking until my big sister yelled at us to shut up.
© 2017 Carol Hummel