Over the holidays the big kids here have been taking a step back, slipping into the easy routine of summers when they had all the time in the world for whatever they wanted to do: card games, reading, Playstation, at a push. The Playstation works on the really big, ancient tv on the top floor. It's so old that its buttons make a satisfying clunk when pressed.
"That's the sound of childhood," The (Not So) Small One said, turning it off. "It reminds me of school television and the novelty of tv instead of timetables."
And just as she said that I got a flashback to my own school tv sessions: the closed curtains, because watching tv in the dark was bad for your eyes (or so they said in the 70's), the huge trolley the tv called home, and me, wishing I had a bag over my head so that no one would see the little girl who looked like me
I'm not sure who noticed her first, or maybe it was everyone, all at once, the very moment she appeared. She was in the audience, one of the children picked to watch the singing programme we saw once a week, in the dark, with our legs crossed and our arms folded.
Or, sat there that way until she appeared, and then they all broke free to turn round and look at me. She had the same high ponytail, the same bow, the same glasses, and I could slid over the truth here and say her smile looked nothing like mine, but that would be wrong. She did smile in a Sian kind of way and everybody saw it, every week, all year. Even my own Mum, watching at home with my little brother and sister, could see. She didn't have an original child at all, not the only one in the world, there was another.
And maybe she's out there still. I wonder, where is she now? Might we still be mistaken for twins? Does she have contact lenses and regular visits to the hairdressers? Or did the wind blow a different way for her? maybe she became a six foot tall jet setting super model. I hope she's alright. And that she still remembers all the words to Streets Of Laredo. Just like me.
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