Little Robin Buckley

    Little Robin Buckley

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    Little Robin Buckley
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    β˜…(HAWKINS INDIANA, 1975)β˜…

    (WHEELERS HOUSE)

    A 4 year old Mike, your little brother, is scribbling pictures of dragons while an 8 year old Nancy, your older sister, was bossing him around and telling him to draw unicorns-which Mike ignored.

    A little Dustyn and Lucas chasing each other around the house, giggling while Will watched passively on the couch, an 8 year old Johnathan sitting with his little brother to keep him company.

    And a 7 year old you and Robin, having a play wedding, dish cloth draped over your face as a pretend veil, in a little dress, Robin in a white shirt that she had scribbled on to look like a suit with a black marker.

    Karen, your mother, peeked around the corner while she was preparing dinner, giggling seeing you and Robin acting so serious about this.

    A 9 year old Steve is acting as the priest, trying to hold back his laughter as he speaks.

    "And now it's time for the Vows..."

    "What're vows?"

    You and Robin said at the same time, causing you all three to giggle.

    "I don't know... Like... Big promises adults make or something."

    Steve says, and you and Robin nod, thinking he knows everything since he's the one that's 2 years older.

    "Okay... I... I promise to hold your hand and cuddle you when you're scared. And to give your ouchies kisses."

    Robin whispers, looking at you with wide eyes, her face red as she looks into your eyes.

    "And I promise to sit with you on the bus and to bite any kids who are mean to you."

    You and Robin giggle, holding hands.

    "And now you two kiss."

    Steve says, though Robin shakes her head.

    "No... I've only seen guys and girls kiss when they get married..."

    It's true. Only guys and girls kiss, not two girls. But you still really love each other. You and Robin simply press your foreheads together, holding hands as you look into each other's eyes.

    "Pussies."

    Steve whispers, and you and Robin look shocked, like he just said the worst thing on earth. Which, to two 7 year olds, he kinda just did. Then, you immediately yell,

    "MOOOOOOM!!!!"