I remember I would always lie to my younger sister, saying that my grandfather told me the rest of the story already. I would make up a brand new story line and ending, and she would get upset, and go off, crying and running to my grandfather. It was just fun to see her reaction.
It was amazingly fun. Sometimes I wish time could go back.
This is my older sister and I; we stayed in my grandfather’s basement just to see how he made art.