I remember as a kid how my family loved to play. we lived in the country away from everyone. all you would see were trees when you looked outside.
My sister and I would play in the dirt with toy hot wheels. We would go climb trees in the pasture behind the house and see who could get to the top first. Mommy and daddy liked to play too.
They played sometimes more than us. You could always tell when they were going to start to play cause dad would get excited and yell really, really loud. Then the music would start.
and slowly get louder as daddy started to raise his voice. He would chase her through the house, through the pasture.
My sister would yell -"go up the tree mommy!!" and i would yell -"you can get her, dad!" sometimes we would run and try to keep up with them but they were so fast.
And they would run all over the property. Sometimes at night i can hear them going back and forth through the trailer playing. Mommy must of thought my sister and i were home base.
cause she would eventually run to us and hold onto us. But that never worked for her. And Daddy would get her. & Mommy never won. I think Daddy would always make sure that we saw he won.
He would keep tagging her til she didn't want to play anymore.