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Once upon a time, there was a girl with long, beautiful brown hair and an innocent smile. She loved rainbows and butterflies and petting a kitten's fur and the way the air smells after a storm. She grew up in a quaint cottage in the magical woods of naivete and selfish bliss. This little girl got everything she could ever dream of wanting, and there: she was happy.
One day, the little girl with long brown hair and a pretty smile woke up and discovered that she wasn't an innocent little girl anymore. Instead, she found that she was turning into a mature young woman. Things came harder to the little girl (I mean, the young woman) and alot of the time, there wasn't anyone there to pick her up after she'd fallen, or a mommy to kiss her booboos or a strong daddy to tuck her in at night. The young woman who was still very much a little girl inside began to grow more and more independent, venturing away from the magical woods of innocence and happiness.
The young woman discovered new and exciting places. Sometimes these places were just that; new and exciting! But other times, she found horrible, disgusting places that made her ashamed of the world she lived in. The little girl with an innocent smile who had grown up in the magical woods of naivete was beginning to become mature and lose her ignorant bliss. She was becoming a woman.
As the little girl grew more independent, she began to lose sight of what her life had been completely; her life in the Land of Before, where there were magical woods of naivete and mommys and daddys who loved each other and loved their innocent little girl and all the other kids played nice and there was always someone there to kiss away the booboos. No, the little girl who had become a mature young woman now lived in The World of Reality. She had even cut off her long, beautiful brown hair. "Long hair is for children," she said defiantly, gazing her herself in the mirror; boyish and suddenly looking very old. "I am not a child any longer."
She got along quite well, there, with her knowledge of both the good and bad things. Sometimes she tripped and stumbled, and other times the young woman would fall right smack onto her face. Tears would burn behind her eyes, but she'd bite her tongue until it bled; and this would make the tears go away. Young women who lived in The World of Reality didn't cry.
One day, while living in this harsh World of Reality the young woman found herself tripping over a particularly large, inconvieniently placed rock that wouldn't seem to budge. She watched all her friends hop over the rock, perhaps even stumble; but they'd get up again and skip away, laughing and smiling. The rock even made way for one of her friends; gave way and let her pass without even a stumble. But the young woman tripped right over it, landing flat on her face. Spitting dirt and gravel from her bloodied lips, the young woman looked up at her friend, who had not stumbled, and hoped to find comfort. But her friend just laughed and pointed and made fun at her fall.
The young woman stood slowly, cleaning herself off and gave the rock a particularly nasty look before continuing on. At this point, she laughed and smiled and sang and danced and did all the other things the other young women in The Land of Reality did. However; soon she came upon a different, much larger and much more inconvientiently placed rock than the last. She watched her friends, one by one, sing and dance right over it without a single stumble. The rock even moved for some of them!
The young woman pondered over the rock for a very long time. She stood and stared at it, calculating it's size and placement. Then she'd look beyond it, at her friends, on the other side. They were singing and dancing and smiling and laughing! With a new determination, the young woman was just about to begin to clamber over it when the memory of a familiar situation flashed through her mind. Just a few miles down the path, behind her, was a rock with her blood and sweat on it; the rock she had tripped over before.
The young woman had learned many things during her life in The World of Reality, and she knew that there were always more new things to learn. However, the young woman still hesitated; would this rock be worth the fall?
One day, the little girl with long brown hair and a pretty smile woke up and discovered that she wasn't an innocent little girl anymore. Instead, she found that she was turning into a mature young woman. Things came harder to the little girl (I mean, the young woman) and alot of the time, there wasn't anyone there to pick her up after she'd fallen, or a mommy to kiss her booboos or a strong daddy to tuck her in at night. The young woman who was still very much a little girl inside began to grow more and more independent, venturing away from the magical woods of innocence and happiness.
The young woman discovered new and exciting places. Sometimes these places were just that; new and exciting! But other times, she found horrible, disgusting places that made her ashamed of the world she lived in. The little girl with an innocent smile who had grown up in the magical woods of naivete was beginning to become mature and lose her ignorant bliss. She was becoming a woman.
As the little girl grew more independent, she began to lose sight of what her life had been completely; her life in the Land of Before, where there were magical woods of naivete and mommys and daddys who loved each other and loved their innocent little girl and all the other kids played nice and there was always someone there to kiss away the booboos. No, the little girl who had become a mature young woman now lived in The World of Reality. She had even cut off her long, beautiful brown hair. "Long hair is for children," she said defiantly, gazing her herself in the mirror; boyish and suddenly looking very old. "I am not a child any longer."
She got along quite well, there, with her knowledge of both the good and bad things. Sometimes she tripped and stumbled, and other times the young woman would fall right smack onto her face. Tears would burn behind her eyes, but she'd bite her tongue until it bled; and this would make the tears go away. Young women who lived in The World of Reality didn't cry.
One day, while living in this harsh World of Reality the young woman found herself tripping over a particularly large, inconvieniently placed rock that wouldn't seem to budge. She watched all her friends hop over the rock, perhaps even stumble; but they'd get up again and skip away, laughing and smiling. The rock even made way for one of her friends; gave way and let her pass without even a stumble. But the young woman tripped right over it, landing flat on her face. Spitting dirt and gravel from her bloodied lips, the young woman looked up at her friend, who had not stumbled, and hoped to find comfort. But her friend just laughed and pointed and made fun at her fall.
The young woman stood slowly, cleaning herself off and gave the rock a particularly nasty look before continuing on. At this point, she laughed and smiled and sang and danced and did all the other things the other young women in The Land of Reality did. However; soon she came upon a different, much larger and much more inconvientiently placed rock than the last. She watched her friends, one by one, sing and dance right over it without a single stumble. The rock even moved for some of them!
The young woman pondered over the rock for a very long time. She stood and stared at it, calculating it's size and placement. Then she'd look beyond it, at her friends, on the other side. They were singing and dancing and smiling and laughing! With a new determination, the young woman was just about to begin to clamber over it when the memory of a familiar situation flashed through her mind. Just a few miles down the path, behind her, was a rock with her blood and sweat on it; the rock she had tripped over before.
The young woman had learned many things during her life in The World of Reality, and she knew that there were always more new things to learn. However, the young woman still hesitated; would this rock be worth the fall?