>Ever since I have been a young boy my grandfather has told me stories of the Siw’s. He spells their name s-i-w, but he pronounces it like my friend’s name, “Sue.” Wierd. Of course, Sue is pretty wierd, also. Just like the Siw’s.

Grandpa says that the Siw’s had control over water, which they called maa-verta. They could control water and change it’s form from ice to water, water to steam, steam to water, and all of those. They held the highest respect for the water. They would fit in great today. Just think of all the people who tell you to stop wasting water. These guys could make you stop wasting water. Not to mention that they could melt all the ice on the roads without using any salt. Just think of all the money we’d save on salt.

My dad doesn’t like grandpa’s stories. He’s always telling me, “you know, Steven, those stories aren’t true.” I know that! I may only be 11 years old but I’m not stupid. It’s still pretty cool to think about: being able to control water. I used to think I had these abilities. I have always dried off really fast; could it be because I made the water evaporate? I went boating with my friend once and his dad let me drive. I drove the boat “masterfully” and my friend’s dad said it was like I knew what the water was going to do; is it because I was talking with the water… was I talking with the maa-verta? I have always been good at carving out tracks on the big hill for sledding. My friends always make me go first; can I melt the snow to create these tracks?

Once, I was waiting for my mom to make maccaroni and cheese. I sat at the table and stared down the pot. My mom said, “a watched pot never boils.” I kept watching anyway and I swear the pot began to boil almost instantly. My mom says it’s because she put hot water in the pot to begin with and I must have dozed off… making it look like it boiled quickly. But what if I have this ability…?

“…get ready for another weekend of snowfall. A new front is moving in and could hit us by Friday night, dropping a minimum of 2 to 3 inches…”

“Gregg, did you hear the weatherman?” “Ya, I heard it,” dad yells through the house! Geeze, can’t a guy sleep until noon in peace.

“Steven,” my mom intrudes, “get out of bed. It’s almost eleven.” AHHHH! Light! It burns my eyes! “Mom! Close the blinds!”

“Get out of bed and close them yourself.”

I don’t think so. She’s just trying to trick me into getting up. She knows that if I get out of bed then I won’t be able to get back to sleep anyway so I’d just stay up. Not gonna happen.

BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ… what is that?… “walk this waaaay, walk this wa-ay…”

Walk what? Is that Aerosmith? Where are they coming from? Oh, that’s my phone. But where is it?

“walk this- hmmm hm hm hmmm hmm-mmm…” Ack! It’s under my back! Why is my phone in my bed?

“Hello?”

“Hey Steven let’s go sledding.” It’s Mike. Why is he so chipper… and awake? “C’mon, Steve, you gonna come out?”

“Sure, I’ll come out. Jut let me wake up first.”

“GET UP STEVEN!”

Ahh!

“Michael! Cut it out!” How dare he yell into my phone that loud. Now I can’t hardly see or hear. “That’s it! You better hope I don’t develope the ability to fly or I’m gonna take you to the top of the big drop and kick you off.”

“Ya, whatever. Oh, and by the way… Sue is gonna come out.”

Sue. Really? She never comes out to the big hill? “Hey Steven, you should jump the ramp. That will really impress her.”

“Impress her? What do I need to impress her for?”

“You do like her, don’t yo-” CLICK

Whatever… You know, I should wear my new coat today. Hey I gotta wear it sometime.