Lying flat on her back, she watches the clouds float against an azure background, sailing out of sight behind a hill. The breeze is cool and the soft scent of deodar perfumes the garden. Thin pine needles litter the path she starts to move down and then she hears a muffled sound of footfall.
She begins to run and slips on the smooth carpet created by the pine needles and suddenly someone pins her down on the ground with one leap. She thrashes about and pulls hair and feels hers being pulled in return and then soft childish laughter. She bursts into tears while the older one tries to pacify. It was just a small prank to give her a start. Then they take off again, slipping and falling their way home.
(From an older blog - reposted)
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