-When I grow up I think I want to be a little girl in a pink dress, tossing her curls to the wind and collecting butterflies. That should suit me just fine.-
When she was little she liked big teacups and warm blankets. She loved her slippers, soft as rabbit fur and her mama's curls. She rubbed lavender on her fingers to pretend she was grown, wearing perfume. She borrowed her mom's big orange heels and wore them around the house, sliding across the wood floor. When she swept she pretended she was Cinderella and sang. As she ran up stairs, she always made sure to drop one of her shoes on the stairs. When she came back down, she would put the shoe back on, pretending to be amazed it fit. An imaginary prince would escort her back down the stairs to his castle.
She believed the wooden fairy in her room was alive. She would cover its eyes when she changed. One night she woke up screaming, convinced the fairy had touched her nose. She never did trust that fairy. She did not give it a name because names give power. Everyone knows that once something has a name it becomes even more alive. The more you say a name, the more alive something becomes. For example: her favorite stuffed animal. She said her name over and over and over again. And with each repetition of the toy's name she swore, she could see it's sleepy eyes twinkle, more and more. She bathed it in the sink in a mass of bubbles.
She knew Lucy lived in the back of her car. Lucy was always bossing around Charlie Brown in the trunk. She didn't really like Lucy..though as she got older her mom said she was most like Lucy of all the Peanut characters. She would like to resent that statement. She dressed up as a unicorn every time her mom dragged her to the bank. She had a head band with a silvery horn and ribbons, a little pink skirt with a silvery and white tail. The banker lied to her. She invested all her savings, a sum of one hundred dollars into an account. The banker told her about interest. He said if she kept her money in long enough, so long she was an adult her interest would grow. He said it grow so much that by then she could buy as many toys as she wanted. She began to plan what toys she would still want as an adult. Then she tried to guess how many jelly beans were in the jar at the bank. But she didn't get to eat any.
She had a little book about fairies. The only male fairy had fiery orange hair and freckles. Simply put, she thought he was super cute, but she had no idea what that meant. She always looked at the pictures of him, over and over again. One sad day, she realized something. His hair was not orange at all..He was wearing an orange caterpillar on his head! She then assumed he was bald and stopped reading the book over and over again.
The fuzzy blue caterpillars always looked like small oriental rugs to her. The kind she wanted to put in her dollhouse. But she couldn't put caterpillars in her doll house, so instead she conducted weddings for them. She made little arches out of daisies and clovers and read them verses from the bibles. Then she made the little fuzzy blue caterpillars kiss, guessing where their lips were. Do caterpillars have lips?
She saw an elf one time and heard a dwarf laughing inside a tree trunk. She also knew a house where an elf lived..but only when it was warm enough. Years later she brought her brother back to the house and yet again, neither of them saw the elf. He always was elusive. Some say elves are tall and willowy, gorgeous creatures of grace and honor. But the elves she always knew were short, bubbly creatures with cheeks the color of roses. They liked to steal little things and the really small ones would even drive off in some one's little remote cars. At least her dad said so. But then her dad seem to be the authority on all of this. She should have had him scare away the three witches in her closet. She always thought they might eat her one night. Thankfully she scared them away herself. Though to this day, she can't scare the gollem like creature from her vent.
On her 15th birthday her friend gave her a box of chocolates shaped like mushrooms. That night, before midnight they each ate one, promising never to grow up, to always stay children at heart. So she wrote poetry and walked down her street in a black cloak. She wore a crazy green skirt shaped like a bon-bon out. She skipped in the rain. At camp she gathered flowers and weaved a wreath for her hair. She danced like a spazz and sang Matchmaker at the top of her lungs. She chased her dog around the beach and fell down to wrestle him. She stuck her tongue out and made people pinky promise. She went to Busch gardens and hugged Cookie monster. She kept calling her little brother 'Boo-boo' and told her dad to tell her stories.
Her grandpa always said, “You have your entire life to grow up, anyways.”