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Author's notes: Thanks to everyone who reviewed "Worth". Thanks to all of you, I've decided to make out of this a collection of FMA drabbles (mainly oriented to EdxWinry). I hope you continue to read and enjoy these, and review of course!
Childhood
26.02.2005
Winry remembers being an eight-year-old girl.
She walked with Ed and Al along the riverbank on their way home. She had been scolding Ed for the fifth time. Why, that boy didn't know how dangerous it was to walk on the fence. On their right side, Al stopped once again to pick up a flower for his mother. And while he stopped, she and Ed would do so as well and the three stared at the blue, blue river with bright, shining smiles.
It was a summer day, but the heat didn't bother them at all thanks to the refreshing breeze that swayed past them.
Winry remembers she had been a little too tomboyish, a little too girlish when she was young.
She liked playing with dolls, but no more than playing with her Grandmother's tools. She also liked getting all muddy from jumping into puddles when it rained. But more than anything, she loved playing with the two alchemist-wannabe Elric brothers.
Al played with Den, who had runned of from the Rockbell residence to greet the three children. The dog skipped around the younger Elric, pulling his shirt and inviting him to play. The boy had accepted willingly and chased after the dog; the other two watched him off as they grinned.
Winry remembers laughter in the air. The memory is so clear she could almost hear the kid's laughing like twinkling bells and the dog's happy barks in the background.
One of those refreshing breezes ruffled her hair, and her hands instantly went to her blonde locks to stop them from messing up. She hadn't been so lucky, so seconds later she was combing her short hair with her fingers. She didn't like her hair very much. It wasalways on her face, and she couldn't keep it on it's place when she was working. She wanted to have her hair like her mother's. Her mother looked so beautiful in those pictures Granny had.
"You have pretty hair," Ed stated as he looked over his brother, not daring to turn to her. He hided his gaze in his own blond hair.
The girl stared at him, wondering slightly if she had heard wrong. Afterwards, she flushed, very slightly, and smiled.
"You should grow it longer," the boy commented then, more casually. He grinned at her before running off unexpectedly.
Winry remembers a smiling Edward.
He ran faster, challenging her and his younger brother, who he had just run past by, to a race home.
She snapped out of her surprise and started running as well after the two brothers. She was yelling at Ed for cheating, and despite of it, she was still grinning. The wind kissing her face as she ran after the two.
Winry remembers a happy childhood as she brushes her long, golden hair.