The Pillow Fight

One evening my sister and I were playing in the basement. Now our basement was a guest house so to speak. It had beds and wall paper on the walls. It has a soft chair to sit in, all the comforts of home, lamps and her ironing board. Grandma always like to iron down there in the summer it was cool. Well we played house on the bed using the big feather pillows for a couch and chair. We lived on separate beds. Well we started playing and we each wanted the same pillow and as I remember, we pulled on that pillow until we started hitting each other with it. Finally the feathers flew everywhere and after we stopped laughing we looked around. We stared at each other, we knew we were in big trouble, we stopped playing and started crying. We tried to plan how to run away, we would live in the woods and build us a house, or maybe we could hide in the closet forever, then we didn’t know how we would keep warm in the woods and as we were planning how to escape, here came Grandma, she looked around and then it happened, she went back upstairs and got the switch, she stood over us till every feather was picked up, now we didn’t have a vacuum cleaner, we did this by hand, and we were not allowed downstairs for two weeks. Now that was punishment, we loved playing down there, we would have rather she whipped us. We have had our legs striped so many times, we were used to it. She had a special bush out in front of the house, we called it the switch tree.

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