Oct 6, 2026 · 7 min · 6 segments
There is a story I read as a child whose title I can't remember. I don't remember the author. I'm not even sure I remember every detail correctly. But I remember the wind. Two children—a brother…
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So the story was about a brother and a sister.
They were children, around 10-11 years old.
At least that's how I remember them from the little picture in the book of them.
They lived in a very dry, parched sort of place.
And one day, they had to walk from their parents' house to the grandparents' house.
And I don't remember why.
I don't remember how far or how much the distance was between the houses.
And remember, I'm telling you this almost three, I read three decades ago.
I don't have the book.
I returned it.
So some of this probably would be my memory filling in the spaces.
But I remember them leaving and somewhere along the way, The wind started.
It was not an ice breeze.
Not the one that makes us think, oh, what a lovely weather.
No.
This was wind.
Strong wind.
The kind that pushes against you.
The kind where you actually have to lean your body to keep walking.
And it was autumn.
Because there was leaves in the picture along with the wind.
And the wind became so strong that these two children had to hold on to each other.
And that's really what the rest of the story was about.
Two children trying to get to their grandparents' house through the wind.
And that was it.
So the story was about a brother and a sister.
They were children, around 10-11 years old.
At least that's how I remember them from the little picture in the book of them.
They lived in a very dry, parched sort of place.
And one day, they had to walk from their parents' house to the grandparents' house.
And I don't remember why.
I don't remember how far or how much the distance was between the houses.
And remember, I'm telling you this almost three, I read three decades ago.
I don't have the book.
I returned it.
So some of this probably would be my memory filling in the spaces.
But I remember them leaving and somewhere along the way, The wind started.
It was not an ice breeze.
Not the one that makes us think, oh, what a lovely weather.
No.
This was wind.
Strong wind.
The kind that pushes against you.
The kind where you actually have to lean your body to keep walking.
And it was autumn.
Because there was leaves in the picture along with the wind.
And the wind became so strong that these two children had to hold on to each other.
And that's really what the rest of the story was about.
Two children trying to get to their grandparents' house through the wind.
And that was it.
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