I turned 10 today. I’m almost a man now, like Dad! I’m VERY
It means I
get to stay up late, until 9:30; plus Mom told me I’ll have new jobs around the
farm. AND… I get to sleep in the top bunk finally. The top bunk always seemed
so cool by itself, but also my brothers get really annoying. I have 4 of them,
so it’ll be great to sleep further away, without their feet in my face.
My dad always
told me he didn’t feel it was safe for “a little kid to sleep up there all
by himself”. I guess he was afraid I would roll over in my sleep, and fall
off? I don’t know.
anymore! Tonight is my first night up here. It’s cool!
My dad comes
in to kiss me goodnight. “I love you, monkey. Have a safe night’s
He looks up
at me, his smile gone. “Hey buddy, can I tell you a secret?”
Dad. What’s up?”
He puts his
hand on my head, and rubs my hair just like he always used to, when I was
little. It’s sorta annoying, because I’m a big kid now, but I like when my dad
goofs with me.
doesn’t look goofy though. “Bud, you have a special job now. Sleeping in
the top bunk means you’re like the guard on the watchtower, ok? Watching over
your brothers. If anything happens, it’s your job to protect them. Ok,
I roll my
eyes. “Dad, I’m 10 – not 5. But yeah, I’ll protect them”. I laugh and
stick my tongue out at my dad; I expect him to smile back. He doesn’t.
It’s now been
at least an hour, since my dad kissed me goodnight and turned off the light.
I’m wide-awake, laying here staring out the window.
I guess this
is what being a big kid is like? Thinking…
about, how dark it is outside.
about, how from up here on the top bunk, I can see all the way out past our
yard, the chicken coops, and out to the cornfield.
about, how the full-moon up there should be nice, ‘cause it lets some light
down, but really it just makes the whole property glow kinda creepy.
about, how that scarecrow in the field is REALLY creepy.
about, how if someone wanted to, they could sneak onto our property and hide in
the cornfield, and then kill us all in our sleep – Mom says I watch too many
about, how my mind plays tricks on me. Just like Mom says! There isn’t any
scarecrow in the field after all. Just my “imagination”.
about, how if someone was very fast, they could run from that cornfield and get
to my bedroom window, in a couple seconds.
But whoever that guy in our yard is, he’s not very fast –
he’s running all wobbly, like his legs are made of straw.