But then again Sian has always been a cutie, even as a tiny girl she was gorgeous. Big big white springy ringlets, porcelin white skin and huge deep blue eyes that just stared right through the camera every time her picture was taken. Such a flirt. The funniest thing about her though was that despite her outer gorgeous scrumminess, underneath it all she was always a goon and a real sweet geek! Still the case I think although she will hate me for saying so. On the bouncy castle at about two years old I remember so vividly how she was squealing with excitement, bouncing up and down up and down up and down. All the while her blonde fro growing larger and larger with the build up of static- like a huge halo of elecricity sticking up absurdly in all directions. Of course the little ball of loveliness was totally oblivious to all the electric shocks she was striking the other kiddies with- zap zap zap. Kids were literally running away from her with tears in their eyes, off the bouncy catsle and hurling themselves into the arms of concerned mums. Sian meanwhile just keeps bouncing around with her huge goofy grin. Hilarious.
And then there was the time she took on the role as 'local feral child' when we went camping in Cornwall with the extended family. I think it was the year of the eclipse, so it was pretty touristy and busy at the time down there. Living in a tent for ten days surrounded by rolling green hills and dazzling sunshine really affected Sian. You could say she was in her element- running around bare footed for days on end, hanging out with the local animals- yes the camp's sheep and goats became her good friends by the end of the trip. My mum struggled to get her to change her muddy clothes and brush her wild hair let alone wash, little feral child. The funniest part of the whole trip was Sian's convertion to Christianity. She must have only been 5 or 6 years old yet every morning she got up at the crack of dawn, I was about to write get dressed on her own but she probably just went barefooted in her pjs (feral child), and head on over to the camp's chapel that was set up in a rustic barn every day. Of course the rest of us didnt give a poop about service in the mornings at this place- I think it was my Grandad who requested we go to there because of the church services it provided. But anyway, little feral Sian would get up and attend church every morning and return to the tent singing sweetly to herself and waking us up with her joyus hymns and praises to Jesus!
Sian is definately Josie's little follower. Josie could get her to do anything and Sian would just smile sweetly without questionning her big sisters antics. We found some home videos recently that Josie had made with her friend Harriet. The hours of footage are basically Jo dressing up in different outfits, singing songs full pelt towards the camera- always in secret and in the middle of the night during her many sleepovers. She was clearly constructing a musical where she was the beautiful precious princess adored by her kingdom and Sian was often either a dog or a prince. With her sleepy eyes Sian would just be pushed around, obeying instructions and smiling awkwardly at the camera whilst Josie prances around and poses in the background performing some twisted version of Sleeping Beauty and Snow White. I think Harriet was just laughing hysterically throughout the whole thing- shy and embarrassed in front of the camera and confused by her nutcase of a friend, and probably just really really tired and delirious after being kept awake all night.
And Sian would often take the wrap for Josies mischief- I'm sure she still does sometimes. When a large tear was found in their deflated airbed one morning, out of nowhere Sian exclaimed "I didn't touch the scissors". She hadnt touched the scissors, in fact no one had. I just snorted out loud thinking about that moment again. Im not sure why she said it- but I think she was just sensitive little bug not wanting to get blamed for something she clearly hadn't done. Of course Jo didn't own up to the tear until years later, a tear which had nothing to do with scissors but more to do with an accidental chair leg popping the damn thing. Although that didnt stop her just letting the rest of us believe that maybe her little sister had been the offending party in the mystery of the burst bed. Poor little innocent Sian.
But as I said, shes not so little anymore. In fact shes pretty much way cooler than either Josie and I ever were at 16. Shes a clever one too. The fact that she already knows she wants to be a Vet and where she wants to go to study is pretty scary. Pretty impressive though too. Its GCSE year this year so the revision crunch is on- but Im certain she will do amazingly...with my help of course, wink. What a catch.
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