Memories are made of this

Their upside down world
"Oh no, said Esther to her friend, she's not the best mummy in the world. Your mummy is nice but mine is nicer...so there!”
Hand stands against the wall stopped then, and her friend, Helen, fled through her garden gate leaving Esther standing there in the close where only two days before she knew her daddy’s hearse had been.
"Come on sis, leave that mardy pants and come with me!”
“Where to?”
“Ah, wait and see,” and then later, he shouted back at her. "Faster. Run faster. Mum’s waiting for these fish and chips."
Then they both stopped and knelt on the gravel pathway. Esther copied her brother again.
“It’s so wrong. You shouldn't do that. Put those pebbles down before someone sees us!”
He shrugged and looked angry. "You are just a baby and mummy's little pet. Go home then scared cat. But don't tell on me or...!”
"I don't think its fun. Not if someone gets hurt. Anyway, what would daddy say?” muttered Esther, as she turned to start running faster away.
"Stupid. You are just a stupid girl. Dad is dead. Get it. He is dead. We can do as we please, and we are not harming anyone. Look, eke, see how high that stone bounced and right off that car door...it just missed the window...wow!”
"We will be in big trouble if someone tells mummy. She has always trusted us to be good. Flicking pebbles with lolly sticks at cars isn't right. Stop it now. Please just stop it and let’s just go home. You idiot Mark now look at what you have gone and done. Look...that black car is stopping and sees how angry that man looks. Now what?”
"Run you idiot, just run, and don't stand there gawping...if you don't want that posh looking fat man to get us!” Her brother rolled his eyes again as he usually did when his bigger sister frustrated him which seemed often to be the case.
"Got you lad! What the hell do you think you are doing? And stop struggling or you will rip your school jacket. You Miss...What do you think you are doing...you don't look as if you would do something so stupid. Damn dangerous. You two sitting so close to this busy road and it just needs a lorry to come a bit to close or something and you are a splash in the road. Then what would your parents say? You, young un… It’s no use those crocodile tears now. I want you to both go straight home...don't worry I know where you live...and I will be fetching you soon and taking you to Romford police station and the cells. You are both very bad children and need to be punished. Kids aren't punished enough these days. Seen but not heard...that’s how I was brought up...and it did me no harm. Look at me now!” They both looked up at him and shivered but Esther more so. He went on. "Anyway, where are your parents? And what do they think they are doing letting you out now, when you should be at home doing your home-work? They should be ashamed of themselves!”
"Ah,” said their tired sad mum when they arrived home breathless a short time later. “Here at last and where in heaven’s sake have you been? I have been worrying about you. Don’t you dare…” She started to cry as they stood there together with the cold fish and chips, and Esther's heart beating faster as she waited for the policeman, with her hiding in the bathroom for the rest of the night and several nights after until she finally realized not all adults told the truth even those in authority.