Alice Days

I fancied having a go at the classic book for Alice in Wonderland. Managed to get past the 1st chapter before homework began to call my name. But it reminded me of when I was little. My imagination was like a rabid dog inside my noggin - scratching and begging to be let out and to go crazy! Curiosity stirred in my soul like a witch's ladle in a bubbling cauldron of potions! I couldn't resist peeking around every corner, and investigating whatever mysteries there were in my little old town. At one point, most of the adults I hung around with (I actually had more older friends than ones my age!) began to tell me I was Alice incarnate. I've noticed, though, that I haven't grown out of any of that, which I suppose is a good thing. The whole topic reminds me of a lovely quote: “That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.” - Charles de Lint.

It makes me giggle at all of the negativity and unnecessary trauma that teenagers put themselves through. Sadly, I'm no exception. It makes me yearn to be back in my home town... it makes me yearn for the innocence and simplicity we all had back then. Which is why you could probably catch me doing tummy toast dancing in my backyard, climbing the grapefruit tree in the back alleyway, pretending to be a secret agent when I wear my pleather gloves and mickey mouse fedora, and taking naps on the side patio. They're the little things that bring me back to my Alice days.