There once was a little girl who was terrified of nothing. She loved nothing more than playing in the garden with all manner of creepy crawlies & every day felt like an adventure.
The little girl eventually got older & she learned all manner of grown up things. Things like social ettiquette, how things work & about this strange token system called money. Gradually the girl put away all of her toys, and with it she stopped all of the babyish things she had enjoyed like writing stories & drawing pictures.
The grown up world was a very strange place. It seemed so strange that adults would make themselves so unhappy in order to get more of this money stuff, but the older she got the more like all the other grown ups she became. She too made herself unhappy for money.
She became very very sad and didn't know why, the more she tried to work out this puzzle the harder it seemed. One lonely afternoon she went to see a friend of hers, a magical fairy who lived in a beautiful castle in a far off land. The fairy sprinkled her dust on the girl while she talked to her soothingly. She reminded her that she was still the same little girl, and although she lives in a grown up world she can still do the things she loved all those years ago.
The girl was shocked at first & then realised she'd stopped doing those things because she was scared she wasn't very good at them. She then realised that the little girl would think it was "silly" to be scared - after all who cares if your stories are rubbish or brilliant - isn't it writing the stories that's the fun bit?
Thursday, 23 July 2009
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