Journey into My Imagination
Politically, there was some noise about a young man named John F. Kennedy running for president of the United States. He had Grammy’s support because he was both Irish and Catholic. Most women liked him because he was both young and cute. I kind of liked his brother Bobby more. The man had a lot of potential and a lot of kids.
“I hate that you have to go Cleo. I feel like all the important people I have in my life just leave me one by one.”
So once upon a time, there was me. My name is Gertrude – Gertrude. Horrible isn’t it? Well it’s not my fault; all of the good princess names were taken. What? Oh didn’t I mention that I was a princess? Yep, I am, well sort of anyway. I am a princess because my grandma is the queen and one day, when she gets bored, my dad will be the king. It’s kind of just a title, because you see, I am not very good at the whole princess thing.
Princess Penelope just looked at me. All of the other princesses looked at me. “BECAUSE THAT IS JUST WHAT PRINCESSES DO!” they all said together.
What if there are witches in the woods, or strangers? What if there are creepy cottages or dragons? What if the witch that lived in the woods had a cottage and it had lots of candy but all she wanted to do was eat us? What then? Then you’d be sorry for telling us to walk in the woods.
“You’re learning!” Princess Penelope beamed at me. They can make me learn it but it doesn’t mean I have to do it.
“Why do we have to accept their gifts? Don’t you know that their gifts can be dangerous? What if it’s a poison apple or a prickly spinning wheel do we have to accept those too?”
Shannon McCauley - Author 