When You Fall into the Wrong Story
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?…