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Boots13 · 02-08-2013, 07:49 PM

I remember being 10-ish, my little sister was 6...we were inseperable. I was always leading her around by the hand. When I wasnt tugging her ponytail or shutting her in the closet for not doing my chores (I'm still so sorry for that one...), I was taking care of her...latch key kids.

I remember we were in the backseat of the Dodge Polaris, the same car the California Highway Patrol drove at the time. My sister and I were propped on the bench seat, no seat belts. Mom was driving down a rollercoaster country road when she yelled enthusiastically over her shoulder

"HOLD ON GIRLS .. WE'RE CLEARING OUT THE CARBORATOR !!!"

No sooner had she said that, the deafening sound of that HUGE engine kicked into overdrive, the G-forces pushed our little beanheads back into the seat, our pie-plate eyes watering from the open windows and the whirrrr of fields, cows and phone poles , fields ,cows and phone poles, phonepoles, phonepoles, phonepoles blurrrrr...

I remember I could barely reach out against the strain of the acceleration...and then only to get tossed by that floaty suspension...to finally find my little sisters hand. We bounced around the back seat like two little BB's in a metal box flying down those rollercoaster roads...

02-08-2013, 07:49 PM	#18
Boots13 Member How Do You Identify?: Butch Preferred Pronoun?: She Relationship Status: No Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: PNW Posts: 823 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,387 Thanked 2,314 Times in 428 Posts Rep Power: 21474852	hold on girls ! I remember being 10-ish, my little sister was 6...we were inseperable. I was always leading her around by the hand. When I wasnt tugging her ponytail or shutting her in the closet for not doing my chores (I'm still so sorry for that one...), I was taking care of her...latch key kids. I remember we were in the backseat of the Dodge Polaris, the same car the California Highway Patrol drove at the time. My sister and I were propped on the bench seat, no seat belts. Mom was driving down a rollercoaster country road when she yelled enthusiastically over her shoulder "HOLD ON GIRLS .. WE'RE CLEARING OUT THE CARBORATOR !!!" No sooner had she said that, the deafening sound of that HUGE engine kicked into overdrive, the G-forces pushed our little beanheads back into the seat, our pie-plate eyes watering from the open windows and the whirrrr of fields, cows and phone poles , fields ,cows and phone poles, phonepoles, phonepoles, phonepoles blurrrrr... I remember I could barely reach out against the strain of the acceleration...and then only to get tossed by that floaty suspension...to finally find my little sisters hand. We bounced around the back seat like two little BB's in a metal box flying down those rollercoaster roads...