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The girl in the Pink TuTu |
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HERE it is... THE SITUATION...I am a small girl only four or five years old..little more than a toddler and wearing the glittery pink fairly styled tutu that little girls like to wear, complete with the cockeyed fairy crown and the ballet slippers. I am walking with my smart adults on a walk towards an unknown destination in the city. "They" are walking FAR faster than my lil tootsies will go but thats ok because I just keep up as best as I can and I enjoy the sites while hearing bits and pieces of their big plans for the party they are going to have when we arrive at the destination.
I am so new to this earth experience and I still have SO MUCH a lot to learn, and as I watch the backs of their heads, I am grateful to have these adults in my life but I really dont know em cuz I only see em from the back and though the backs of their heads are not UNpleasing, well the fronts of other peoples heads are a lot MORE interesting.
I notice a sprinkler spraying water on the grass ahead of us and I think "yay" I will get wet! I like the feel of something directly on my skin because as I child I love the reality of HUMAN touch and other real sensations. " LOOK at the water" I pipe with my little girly voice, completely drowned out by the whistle of the train, the tromping of hundreds of pedestrians on the sidewalk, the barks of dogs and the swoosh of masked bicycle riders riding past with blinking clown eyes.
I walk right through the sprinkler and I feel my tutu get wet and stick to my little wobbley legs and my shoes squish a little so now I know how THAT feels. The smart adults are oblivious to the water. They walk around it before I even get to it and don't bother to tell me I will get wet. But I am a child and getting wet taught me about water and I like learning new things I am JUST SO CURIOUS!
The adults keep walking briskly ahead and Im still looking back at the water..that was fun..I was thinking bout turning around and going back for another dip when a big red balloon floated in front of me in the sky. It seemed to float and it was like it came all the way from LONDON. I was transfixed it looked so out of place in that city scene. The adults never broke pace, and in fact seemed to be going even a bit faster so I had to throw off my squishy ballet shoes just to keep up. I grabbed that balloon as I trotted past, and tied it to my hand because I always know JUST WHERE I AM AT with THAT big old red balloon. I am delighted. People are looking at me and i think hey might want my red balloon but NO WAY am I letting go of my bright toy!
The smart adults are still walking ahead. I hear bits and pieces of a wierd word I dono ANYTHING about really, "aBAMAnation" and when I hear them say that in their tense strained voices, they remind me of cats..ya know how cats get when they are freaked out..that hair just stands right up on their skin? Yeah its quite a site. I am amused in my own little girlish way thinking about them being cats...but Im pretty juvinile in my thinking and it is pretty funny to think about so I keep that picture of them with fur and a tail in my head and im smiling a lot.
I stop listening to them because they are not making any sense to me and I start looking at this LADY walking towards us with a really pretty dress and really showy hair and I think she looks like my barbie doll so I want to touch her. She is not looking at the adults she is looking right at me and I can tell by the smile in her eyes that she would have gone right in that sprinkler with me and she would have had fun too! She slows down and stops as she gets close to me and stoops down to the ground directly in front of me so we are chest to chest, nose to nose, wrist to wrist, we were actually just that close. She whispered something in my ear that only I could hear and what she said made me feel amazing inside. She offered her hand to me and I grabbed it. She stood up and started walking with me behind the adults who did not notice her at all. Other people noticed her and I thought that was exciting! One person even made a comment to us as we walked by that her pretty dress was INAPPROPRIATE for being with a small child and I noticed that she did not get mad, she was too busy looking at me and talking to me.
She told me stories that were all about flowers and the beach and surfing and Hawaii and about how I was her little princess and how I was going to have a very happy life because that is the life little princesses had! I had never heard such pretty stories and I felt like I was on a magic carpet ride. When she told those stories, that is all I could see, just the sun and the moon and the stars and my barbie lady mamma. She saw that I was having trouble keeping up with the adults and so she bought me new baby jogging shoes from a street vender and she bought me a very impractical pink unbrella (impractical because I LIKED getting wet) and I just fell in LOVE with the Barbie Lady for the next few miles we were walking together. But then I saw a bunch of other little kids across the street ahead. As we got closer to them and they ran up to my Barbie Lady. I realized they were HER kids! She gave me a kiss and a hug and told me she would never forget me. I believed her. She took the hands of her own little kids and walked away..looking at me and smiling. I smiled back and waved.
The adults actually looked back and saw me waving at Barbie. "Never talk to strangers" they said very sternly. Strangers Drink, Do drugs, are cheaters and Hookers and very bad. Ok I said politely. I had no idea what those words meant but whatever they were I was pretty sure they did not apply to my barbie lady friend. But they just did not know her like I did so I understood about how love isnt blind but hate is blind...
Then the adults noticed I had on jogging shoes and they liked them so much they decided to get some as well. They REALLY liked how well I was keeping up and they figured it was because I had on those jogging shoes. THEY wanted to be forever young just like a little child so they were ALL in favor of buying every pair of jogging shoes we "ran" across (sorry bout that lol)
I watched them encumbered by large bags of running shoes dragging from both arms and was REALLY GRATEFUL I knew I didn't need jogging shoes to be myself.
And as a matter of fact, I became even more unencumbered when I saw a little girl just my size on the curb ahead. She had big curly dark hair and her skin was a different color but she looked sad and I wanted her not to be sad. She noticed my jogging shoes so I immediately took them off and gave them to her. I did not know what else to do. But it was enough. She knew I liked her and she liked me too. She smiled and put them on and ran off. As I looked back at her she was talking a group of her own adults pointing at me and they were all looking very wise and nodding their heads towards me.
My smart adults immediately noticed I had taken off my shoes. They immediately became afraid. If you do not wear your shoes you surely will cut your foot and be hurt and possibly die. To be in this city EVERYONE wears shoes. I blinked. "Ok" I said. Relieved they turned around and kept on walking briskly ahead. I was grateful to have seen the front of their faces for once but I was even more grateful that they did not notice I still was not wearing any shoes!
Finally we arrived at our destination. I noticed other people around. Some also had balloons but they were pink, green and yellow..in fact they looked like a RAINBOW of colors! MY BUDDIES! I smiled.
I am very little so when in a crowd I could not see much so I just looked down a lot but when I looked down I noticed I was not the ONLY one NOT wearing any shoes. Other adults were just like me barefoot and happy. I was fascinated. I followed some of them outside the house and saw that they were playing in the pool. THEY LIKED GETTING WET TOO! I laughed out loud.. Then I saw them grab MY adults and carry them kicking and screaming from the house to the POOL where they were unceremoniously tossed in. I gasped and closed my eyes..afraid to look! But when I opened my eyes, those smart adults of mine were sputtering and dripping but laughing and throwing all those jogging shoes at the people who threw them in.
My red balloon popped but I survived! The end
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Last Updated on Tuesday, 27 September 2011 07:30 |
