And as I run, a song runs through my head. Over and over.
I’m running down to the fields. We said we’d meet in the fields. Near the stream. We’ve been told not to go in the woods.
We scare each other with stories about Archie. He lives in the woods, they say. He killed someone, some people say.
“He’s harmless. But stay away from him” shouts my mum as I run out. “And, anyway, don’t go in the woods”.
Run into the sunshine. To the fields. To the stream. To the woods
I am not sure who’s coming. Tim’s coming. He makes me laugh so that’s good. Paul’s going to be there. And his sister, Caroline.
Why am I excited to be seeing her? Girls are silly. She cried when Paul scared her with his Archie story. I told him off. He told me off for telling him off. He had a point I suppose. She is his sister, after all. What’s it got to do with me?
I keep singing this song. We all like it. We sing along every time it comes on the radio.
We sing it in the fields. We don’t know the words really. So, we just sing the chorus over and over again.
I’ve got a Twix. I’m going to save it and eat it later. Unless it melts. It’s very sunny.
Maybe I’ll eat it now. What if Caroline wants some? Why did I think that?