by Butterfly Joe

Created on: April 06, 2009

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When we are young life seems so simple. We try to relate to the big world we call Earth. As a child you believe everything is like in a fairytale. All fairy tales end with happily ever after. And we believed it. Idealizing the real life. We want to meet out Prince on the white horse. Or we want to find our princess, sleeping beauty.

I myself thought that too. I believed the adults were all so smart and intelligent. I wanted to be one too. I wanted to save the world from all the bad. I wanted to take care of everyone who needed help. After all, that was worth it. People were naturally good. I wanted to help, especially the old in need. I felt they were perfect. Intelligent, cause they seemed to know everything. We had a couple; they were like a grandfather and grandmother to me. They had a little black and white dog they called Whisky. We went with them on vacations and it was great to be with them. I would pick flowers for my mother and my so called grandmother. It was great. I loved life then. I wanted to work as a nurse to be able to be with people like them all the time. That was fun and so meaningful. But things changed.

Grandmother went on vacation and left poor grandpa all alone; I found that to be very sad. I was 9 years old and had my own horse. I was so happy with my animals especially my horse, Honey. One day I asked my Mom if I could ride my horse to my so called Grandpa's. Then I could pick some flowers for her. That was great, but I had to be home before it was getting dark. So I got my horse ready and jumped on her back. I loved to ride bare back. My legs were always dirty, but I did not care. I wore a little shirt and t-shirt with a shawl on my head. To keep my hair from going in front of my eyes. I remember riding with my mouth open and got me a month full of little flies! Yuck! I should maybe have gone back home after that. But, no I wanted to visit my poor lonely grandpa.

Once there, I looked to see what the flowers were looking like, what ones I was going to take home to my Mom. I then went up and knocked on the door. He was sleeping on the coach and only had on his boxer shorts. But I had seen that before, so for me it was normal. He got up and opened the door. He was happy to see me, and I was happy he was happy because now he was not alone. He told me to sit down, got himself a bier out of the refrigerator. He sat down on the other side and we talked about fishing. I loved going fishing. We had a creek back behind my house. I

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