When Ira and I were seven and nine, we made the attic of our old house into a sort of den. We used to go up there every day and pretend we were hiding out up there. Sometimes we were hiding from evil magicians, or mad scientists. Other times, we pretended we had to hide because everyone thought we'd done something really bad and if we were found we'd have to go to prison. We'd sneak downstairs to get provisions and things. Ira and I used to get on a lot better when we were younger. He wasn't such a milksop then.
My favourite memory with Fox is when I used to tell her the Magda Magpie stories. Magda Magpie is this magical bird that me and Dad made up a couple of years ago, who went on all these mad adventures. We used to tell her another Magda Magpie chapter every night - I used to tell the actual story, and Dad would do all these weird, crazy voices for the different characters. There was this elephant called Edgar that he used to do this really high pitched, girly voice for, and Fox used to giggle hysterically. I don't tell the stories any more. I can't without Dad.