I think I'm going to enjoy these "From the Vault" posts very much. I started laughing so hard as I was searching through my old things that it actually ended up in something rather like a giggle-fit. lol! I can't help it, I honestly can't! But 'a merry heart doeth good like a medicine' so it's alright. ;)
Today I'm going to be sharing a small excerpt from a 'book' I was writing when I was around 11-12. It lasted a good while. Actually started in notebooks and then somehow transferred to the computer, from which file I continued writing longer. I was writing a fictional journal, without much of a plot, really, but a lot of meandering ramblings, odd incidents, and mini-adventures and problems here and there. I called it "The Gingerbread House" because the writer of the journal happened to live in a lovely Victorian gingerbread house near the sea. To tell the truth, I was definitely 'role-playing' and inserted a lot of my romantic notions about how the late Victorian times was/should have been. There was over a hundred characters, and overall it was a little *too* perfect with far too many elaborate descriptions of furniture... but it was SUCH fun writing it, and I still have a soft spot for the families in that book.
I found the bit in a file called "EXCERPTS" that was stored away in my "Old things I don't like" folder. Really though, I don't mind reading over them now. ;) There are several beginnings of stories in that "EXCERPTS" file and when I compiled them all there at around fourteen I typed in bold letters after each story broke off "The end forever". lol! Wasn't that a bit dramatic?
But no more dilly-dallying. ;) Here's the portion from that story, written by "Lyddianna Teague". (There is absolutely no editing done to this. You're fore-warned. ;P)
June 17, 1882 Saturday
Well I’m back! And today we went to Fort’s Castle!! But I’m getting ahead of myself. I must tell you something very funny that happened at four o’clock this morning!
I am not jesting! Really! At four o’clock today-- well, let me start at the very beginning. Remember I briefly mentioned the girls laughing really hard in bed last night, right before I signed off? Well-- this is what they were talking about!
Rose found out that Junior, Benjamin, and Daniel, the youngest boys, (ages eleven, five and four,) were boasting about how brave they were, that if there was a bear they would kill it and not run away.
Well we were laughing at first, at how funny it sounded, and wondering how they supposed they should kill it, being as they carry no weapons.
Which gave Lydia the brilliant idea to try and see-- only we would take the tiger rug and be a tiger! That way it would be even more ludicrous, since there are no tigers here!
We weren’t sure how to go about it, so Lydia decided to ask Mamma for it, being sisters and all, so Lydia climbed out of bed that night, and asked Mamma real quick if she could use the tiger rug for the one night.
Of course, Mamma said yes, but to be careful, and Lydia promised, so she rolled the tiger rug up and hid it under her robe, in case someone came in and asked what she was doing.
So we giggled and planned, and finally fell asleep. We woke up early, at four o’clock, and Felicity and Rose, were debating who should act out the part-- of the tiger, you know-- and Rose said Felicity should, since Felicity is the tallest, but Felicity said Rose should, since she claimed she herself was too thin, and Rose could perform better.
When Rose heard that, she stated that if it was the performance that mattered, and not the size, “We should have Lyddianna play the part; only it would be rather small for a tiger,”
The rest of us were listening and smothering laughter, and then Elisabeth said she thought size mattered more, because with the skin strapped on, you would end up lumbering anyhow, without even trying.
I added, “Really, we should try to make it as big as we can; but I think that what’s most important is a ferocious roar.”
Lydia snickered. “How are we going to decide that? Shall we practice in here?”
“That’ll wake everyone up!” laughed Felicity. So finally we elected Rose to be the tiger, and so, holding the skin under our shawls, we walked to the orchard.
I guess I should remind you-- Rose and Lydia are the same age, and they are nineteen years old. THat accounts for all the fun they make up.
First we helped Rose tie the tiger skin on. Then she hid behind a bush and the rest of us went to the men/boy’s guest house.
Lydia knocked on the door, and we were all shivering with excitement and hilarity.
Uncle Jefferson, who gets up the earliest to read his Bible and go over their account book, said, “Hello?”
Lydia said in a soft voice through the crack, “Can Junior, Benjamin and Daniel come out with us?” It sounded rather lame, so I added, “We’ve lost some fruit and I think there is some kind of animal getting at it.” Which was true; only it was your typical raccoons and things; and not much had been lost. “We thought they might enjoy going with us to try to catch the thief. Have a story to tell, you know.”
“Why in the world at four in the morning?” Uncle Jefferson seemed doubtful.
“She seems to only come out at night;” I said, the “she” slipping out. Uncle Jefferson didn’t notice.
“Fine, fine.” we heard sleepy protests, then excited young boy’s voices. “What do you think it is?” I heard Junior say, almost going wild with excitement.
“Bet it’s the bear!” Daniel said.
“No, probably a fox or something.” Uncle Jefferson offered.
It still was something big enough for the boys, so they quickly got dressed and were with us outside.
“We’ll protect you females.” Said Junior importantly, waving his hand at “us females”. Somehow, he seemed to think we were very docile and timid creatures-- oh, he soon found out the truth about us!
We started walking in a tip-toe manner, it being still mostly dark, except for the sun a little bit over the horizon and shimmering on the water.
We walked into the orchard, and began prowling around. Suddenly Rose sprang out from behind the bush!
We all screamed--The boys from shock and us from laughter! We smothered it as quickly as we could. Then the boys ran, yelling like wild men, all the way down to the guest house. Lights popped on, heads popped out!
Rose struggled out of the skin, and we sat rolling with laughter.
Then we picked the skin up and walked down the path to join the group who by now were either alarmed or sarcastic.
Benjamin saw us and threw his arms around Felicity. “You’re safe! We thought the tiger had eaten you!”
“Oh, no. I’m much too skinny for them to want to eat me.” She replied. Rose snorted-- not a proper thing for a lady to do, but nonetheless, it was done.
Suddenly Timothy let out a roar of laughter.
“And I think I know who the tiger was!” He grabbed the bundle from Rose and held it high in the air. “Doesn’t this belong in the parlor?”
Shouts of amusement arose, and then the little boys were sheepishly grinning, too.
“You fooled us this time, but we’ll get you back!” Junior promised, rallying his dignity.
“Can I get back to bed now?” Aunt Lavender yawned and without an answer turned back into the guest house.
The rest ended up resettled, all rather merry for the venture us girls had done.
And I think the boys crept into the same bed to plot and plan a practical joke revenge!
I quite like the notion I seemed to have at 11-12 that being 19 accounts for how much fun one can come up with. I hope that I'm as fun an older teenager as I thought one should be when I was younger! Lol!
Let me know in the comments what you thought of this old piece of writing. Did you ever write 'role-play' type stories, just for the fun of it?
Hope you all have a lovely day!