There you have it. When I saw Crispina‘s photo, I knew exactly what I was going to do. And then, in my search for that photo I needed to join in the story I found a couple more. Ahhh… with a modification and a twist, I went for it. Apologies, Crisp! I blew the 150-word limit! I’m surely forgiven… right?
When I look back now, I realise this started at a very young age. The first time, I actually blamed myself for not paying attention, for not doing what I should, but no. I can see it wouldn’t have mattered. She’d have found a way. She waited till she knew I’d notice it too late and wouldn’t be able to go back to find it. She was just a baby for goodness sake! Still. Now? I’m sure she knew exactly what she was doing.
When she hit her teenage years, I could more fully understand. It had to be a conscious decision. Of course, back then, she was still of an age to run around and play, so it was less obvious.
As a young adult, I couldn’t understand this obsession. Did she really think it could possibly work? Leaving a balled up note inside, to boot? It seemed rather desperate, to me. Fairy tales were for children!
This time? My goodness. Now she has done it. No way it could be missed. She chose the flashiest colour and hung it up at eye-level.
Surely Prince Charming would find THIS one?