We have winners!
I've just emailed two winners of the "Sibling Story contest" gift certificates to MuseItUp Publishing bookstore.
Though the contest is over, as is the tour's raffle, don't despair. You still have a shot at winning a copy (ebook format) of Launching Sisters to WitchCamp, if you email a favorite memory of growing up with your siblings. If you’re over eighteen please send your entries to lrsreadnwrite (at) gmail (dot) com, and on the subject line write “Sibling Stories.” Please don’t send attachments; the story should be submitted in the body of the email.Kids, it's your stories I really want to hear, but please have a parent/caregiver submit your story.
I may post stories that amuse or move me, even if they don't win a copy.
Our winning entries:
Helena Fairfax
Here's my sibling story.
I have a younger brother who is almost exactly a year younger than me, give or take a couple of weeks. As children, we looked very similar. We both had bright red hair which curled in locks our mother was proud of. We also had freckles. (You may have guessed by now our Irish heritage!)
When we were little, right up until we started school, everyone thought we were twins. You can imagine how irritating this was to an older sister. For people to think my little brother was my twin! How demoralizing! This continued right up until we started school. Because we'd moved from abroad, we both started school on the same day, which convinced people even more that we must be twins.
One day, we were walking to school together, and a man on a bike stopped to let us cross the road, with the words..."Come on boys!" Boys! So not only did people think my brother was my twin, they thought we were twin boys!
That night I went home and told my mum I wanted to grow my hair. She was bitterly upset about me losing my curls, but I was adamant. I grew my hair long, right down to my waist, and didn't get it cut until I was in my twenties.
No one thought we were twins again after that.
Leona Pence
I was ten years old at the time. I was sitting on my bed and the open doorway led into the living room where my sixteen year old sister was dancing around to music on the radio. I had just picked a big booger out of my nose, and with no tissue handy, I flipped it off my finger.It sailed through the open doorway like a missile and landed on my sister’s cheek. The look on her face was priceless. She glared at me with murder in her eyes and made me come get it off. I did as she asked/demanded, and I still laugh every time I think about it.
Though the contest is over, as is the tour's raffle, don't despair. You still have a shot at winning a copy (ebook format) of Launching Sisters to WitchCamp, if you email a favorite memory of growing up with your siblings. If you’re over eighteen please send your entries to lrsreadnwrite (at) gmail (dot) com, and on the subject line write “Sibling Stories.” Please don’t send attachments; the story should be submitted in the body of the email.Kids, it's your stories I really want to hear, but please have a parent/caregiver submit your story.
I may post stories that amuse or move me, even if they don't win a copy.
Our winning entries:
Helena Fairfax
Here's my sibling story.
I have a younger brother who is almost exactly a year younger than me, give or take a couple of weeks. As children, we looked very similar. We both had bright red hair which curled in locks our mother was proud of. We also had freckles. (You may have guessed by now our Irish heritage!)
When we were little, right up until we started school, everyone thought we were twins. You can imagine how irritating this was to an older sister. For people to think my little brother was my twin! How demoralizing! This continued right up until we started school. Because we'd moved from abroad, we both started school on the same day, which convinced people even more that we must be twins.
One day, we were walking to school together, and a man on a bike stopped to let us cross the road, with the words..."Come on boys!" Boys! So not only did people think my brother was my twin, they thought we were twin boys!
That night I went home and told my mum I wanted to grow my hair. She was bitterly upset about me losing my curls, but I was adamant. I grew my hair long, right down to my waist, and didn't get it cut until I was in my twenties.
No one thought we were twins again after that.
Leona Pence
I was ten years old at the time. I was sitting on my bed and the open doorway led into the living room where my sixteen year old sister was dancing around to music on the radio. I had just picked a big booger out of my nose, and with no tissue handy, I flipped it off my finger.It sailed through the open doorway like a missile and landed on my sister’s cheek. The look on her face was priceless. She glared at me with murder in her eyes and made me come get it off. I did as she asked/demanded, and I still laugh every time I think about it.
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