If I could go back, I certainly wouldn’t have worn those pants. I would have taken along a different lunch. I would have realized that even though I’m small for my age, I don’t need to always do as I’m told. I would not have answered that call. I would have befriended the giant grasshopper and received her blessing. 

It all came out all right in the end, though, didn’t it? Didn’t it?

What did they expect me to do? I was always the spunky one, not the fair maiden with the golden locks and the kind heart. And no one told me the rules. Of course they never do, do they? You just have to figure it out on your own and make the best of it. Which I did. I am not complaining, it’s just that I know that there are some people who will want to know why I didn’t bring along my talking cat or do my hair just so. But you can’t please everyone. And I like to go it alone. There are fewer arguments, and it has always worked out best for me that way. 

Photo attribution

“Grasshoppers Singing in the Autumn”, by Adrian Wolston used under CC BY 4.0 / Cropped from original