She’s also fun! Not just now, but as long as –I- can remember.
My aunt has had a successful business for decades. Gymnastics. It might be time for her to throw in the torch, but in my younger days she was the reason I could do a summersault, cartwheel, backbend...
At my wedding she dug out some pots and pans with wooden spoons. She put all the children in a parade and they had to sing and bang those pots. It turned a boring afternoon into fun for the kids. Oh, and she made sure they blew bubbles instead of throwing rice. She forgot the bubbles on our first walk up the aisle, so we had to go back and do it again so the kids could blow their bubbles.
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Every time I get to visit she still has games out the galore. She turns it into fighting time for the bathroom – at our ages, laughing can be disturbing, and we do regularly laugh and run to the bathroom, hoping for the best.
After all that, the memory stuck in my head finally can come out of my fingers.
My aunt took my cousins to the bus stop for school decades ago. They’d all had breakfast, dressed in uniforms and were taken to go to school. I have to mention this was in Ohio during the winter. Yes, major snow.
An hour or so later they came back home; cold, wet and hungry after trudging through the snow. They thought they missed the bus.
It was Saturday.