Year 9 - day 104
Exploring the meadows around our home is only fun for so long. I mean, I have been dying to get out, see flowers and trees up close without any worries regarding schedules and such, but...you can only sit in the shade of a tree for so long. In my past life I was a very proper woman. And frankly, I never had the desire to get my hands dirty or climb ravines or jump into little streams for the fun of it, but...this second childhood is weird. I remember I used to sit in the garden with my dolls, a tiny table and a set of wooden tea cups. But...frankly, as an adult that just seems kind of silly as well as boring now.
Thus I have decided to become a Tomboy. I always kind of wondered what it felt like to build a dam. As a young girl I used to think it was icky, but the boys loved it. Now that I have heaved rocks to that stream and piled them up with much effort I can say that it is immensely satisfying to do something physically exhaustive. Figuring out how to weave the twigs and grass and old straw together so it doesn't just float away is quite a challenge as well! And having your hands full of squishy mud, all silky and soft against your skin, dripping to the ground if you don't hold it right...it has its own charms is all I can say about the matter.
In other words, as an exercise to train physical abilities, logical and creative thinking as well as dexterity this activity can only be recommended for children!
Aside from the fact that due to my dam the old crow's garden was flooded and I got into a lot of trouble...well, maybe I also ruined a dress or three and am only allowed to wear old brown hemp clothes outside now. That plus father always empties a bucket of water over me when I come home looking like a mud girl.
Ah...what was it that I wanted to say?...it can't be important. In any case these last few days have been incredibly fun! Now Lily wants to come along as well and grandma is having conniptions, but mother says that we're young and should have all the fun we can get.
Diary - Year 9 day 179
I admit it. I love being a tomboy. Why didn't I do this the first time around? Being a tomboy is much more fun than being a proper young lady ever could be. I mean, sure, there's the scolding and people getting angry at you and the not building up your intellectual skills aside from massively growing creativity stats, but who wants to be refined at the age of 9?
By the way, I'm really not a very good lady. I just noticed, but if anyone asked me to go back to how I was, quietly sitting in a chamber studying magic and numbers and political events I'd kick them back to where they came from. Don't misunderstand, but filling a bucket with newts and hanging it over someone's bedposts, then binding the string to the door's grip so the bucket falls on the bed as soon as someone opens the door for your second uncle's wedding is a much more intimate sign of showing how well I know them. If I didn't know him so well how would I have known that he hates newts the most? Catching all those newts was fairly difficult, too, it took Lily and me almost four days to get enough!
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Diary - Year 9 day 237
Yes, I admit it. We were cruel. We won't do it again!
But frankly, how were we supposed to know the Runt was going to get stuck in that barrel? There wasn't even a waterfall anywhere near that place so it should have been safe. It's not our fault that in that one bedtime story people always travel down the river by sitting in barrels. It sounded reasonable and the Runt wanted to try it. We were only being kind sisters, helping her try it out! Come on, Mother! Really, the Runt wanted to do that!
Diary - year 9 day 251
For some reason the runt has hardly been playing with us these last few months, ever since we decided we wanted to be tomboys. And the last few days she won't even leave the house with us!
No matter.
For, since father won't let us come with him to go mountain climbing, Lily and me decided to do it by ourselves!
Yes, yes, I'm supposed to be a responsible adult. I know. But I'm and adult and as such can take care of one little girl that listens to anything I say without any trouble. Not like there's dangerous anymals around here after all. We won't try the steep cliffs either. We're just going to look for caves so we can make our very own secret base!
...I'd like to say that we found one, but, frankly...it's the rainy season and we lost our shoes in a particularly muddy swamp like field that looked normal enough. Then we tried to go on bare foot, but the stones on the mountain are too sharp and we both got cuts on our soles, so we went to a stream and tried to wash, but it was so slik we both fell in and by the time we got home an hour later through a curtain of fat raindrops, proof that the rainy season had really arrived, we were so cold we decided to postpone the whole thing until the nice weather returned. Next year.
Now we've both caught a cold, our feet hurt and are wrapped in so many bandages we can't wear any shoes and in addition it just keeps pouring outside.
So we have decided to start learning board games and cat's cradle. I never appreciated being warm and dry in front of a lively fire, with a cup of hot cocoa and a soft blanket while teaching Lily how to play chess.
Haa. Life as a child can be so nice.