Line of Time

Youngsters with a Viking fury

A happy couple play in their front yard with their daughter, she is smiling with big blue eyes that say nothing but innocence and joy, her golden blonde hair short and shining in the summer sunlight. On first glance her short hair makes her look like a boy with feathered hair that ruffles when she runs. Her mother and father laughing with her as their they watch their toddler waddle after a butterfly. Her small hands trying to reach out to it. The family is newly arrived in the area, coming from Finland because of the father getting a promotion that forced them to move and live in America. They lived in a town which had many immigrants from northern Europe. Their street alone had many kids and families that came from Sweden and Denmark.

"Be careful, sweetie." The little girl's mother called in Finnish as she saw a few kids kicking a ball in the street. She stopped and looked back at parents with curious eyes. The red ball flew and hit her making her fall on her bottom. The small girl started to cry and her dad ran over to her, picking her up in his arms, dusting off her dark blue overalls and wiping away her tears. The kids yelled apologies in their countries native languages. After her dad bouncing her in the air a few times she was fine and a smile took it's place back on her face.

A little boy from down the street came running down the side walk along with another little boy his age. Parents all sitting on their front porches watching them all. 

"Hey, come play with us!" A little boy a year or two older than the little called out.

She toddled over to them and smiled.

"What's your name?" A little boy closer to her age but still older asked. Both the boys had blonde hair, the first one had his hair spiked and the second had it brushed forwards. The first one with ocean blue eyes and the second with cold icy ones.

She looked at them with questioning gaze.

"I'm Mathias!" The older one said proudly.

"And I'm Gunnar." He said introducing himself.

"Finn." She said, she didn't know that many words yet but Finn was her favorite one because she liked it back where she was born, she couldn't say Finland yet.

"Well, come on Finn, let's go play." Mathias said as he took her hand and started walking back from where they were before.

"How old are you, Finn?" Gunnar asked. She held up two fingers and a smile.

"I'm three." Gunnar said as he held up the right amount of digits.

"And I'm four." Mathias said.

When they got back to the yard they had been playing in before they had went to get another kid to play with them, they were greeted by one of the boy's mothers.

"Hello there, your new in the neighborhood, you live down the street, right?" She said and the little girl looked back and pointed to her house.

"Awe, who's this little handsome little guy?" Asked another mom.

"This is Finn, he's two." Mathias said as she looked at the curious mothers around her.

"Oh, he's the new neighbor's son, their from Finland." Said the first mom.

"Math-ass, come play or else we'll take your car." Called a little boy with an unimpressed face.

"Coming Lukas and it's Mathias!" He said as he ran over to him and another little boy, younger than both of them. Mathias had been trying to get Lukas to pronounce his name right for a while but no matter how hard Lukas tried it always came out that way, he was four but he had just started learning English and his parents spoke Norwegian at home so he didn't have that much practice with it.