The Hanging Hour

Part 1

I race down the hill. My brother Travis following behind me he extends his arm toward me. I try to run away, my legs are tired and won't move any faster. " Tag!" He yells as he taps my shoulder. I whip around quickly. " You did not tag me" I say sassy. He rolls his eyes at me.

"This game isn't fun when you are never it" He said giving a chuckle. I turn facing away from him. " Well not my fault you can never catch me" I mumble. I hear him chuckle behind me, which means he heard my sarcasm.  I start to walk away when he picks me up by my legs and tosses me over his shoulder.  Travis being almost 20 times bigger than I, can easily pick me up. I pretend to fight back, well knowing that I can not escape.We start to head over towards the house when something catches my eye. " Travis" I say. He looks up at me. 

" Yes Lizzie?" He says. He lets go of me and I flop to the ground.

"Whats Papa doing?" Travis looks over to where I was looking. His face is almost as puzzled as mine. I see papa digging under our tree. It's the only tree on our 11 acre farm field. We trot over there. "Papa!" I yell. He seems startled. " Oh hey hun" He says his voice shaky. I look up at him. He laughs. I almost ask what hes doing before he speaks" How about we go see what your mama's cooking" I nod my head. He lifts me up on his shoulder. Travis stares at the pile of dirt. I turn my head around one more time and glance at the pile of dirt. My father notices. " I needed some more dirt for the garden" He says not taking his eyes off the front. I nod. I was only five at the time. I believe everything I am told. Travis didn't seem so sure. " Come on boy" My father says sternly. Travis glances one more time before turning around and following us to the house.