Thursday, August 26

Changing the course a little

So I've been thinking about the story that I've been working on and I think that I might try to tweak it a bit. instead of having some ability I was thinking...
There were once four little girls at the Oklahoma State Fair. They were all holding hands and wearing matching plaid dresses, each in a different color. They also had white collars with their initials stitched on them. They meet a balloon man and he gives them each a different colored balloon and tells them if they pop it they will get a wish that will last an hour. Most people are too afraid to pop their balloons because they think they won't have anything if they give it up. Tara goes first because she is the most brave even if she is not the oldest. Each girl makes a wish and it shows something about their character and their desires, and they each learn something very valuable- yet not preachy. Actually it's kind of humorous.
Please let me know what you would wish for and what you think the others should wish for- remember you are a little girl.
Maybe Tara would wish she had all brothers (hee hee).
What would I wish for? I don't know at all...



Anonymous said...

Perhaps the fair could be changed to a faire from many ages past. Or not. Maybe someone could go for a long adventurous journey while holding on to the baloon. I bet your younger sister might wish to be like her older sister. They would probably wish for their own rooms too. I'll have to think of better ideas.

Chara said...

That's funy because when we were in Middle school we thought we were cool when we had our own rooms and our own (get this!) telephone extension in our room. Happy 13th birthday!


Laura and John said...

I think the youngest sister might wish for a superpower. I like this story idea very much, but i don't think you should give up the other. It was neat too.

Everytime I can remember, honestly, making a wish when i threw a coin in the fountain at the mall...I think i always wished for a boyfriend, even when i was in elementary school.

tsanders said...

A wish is a very powerful thing, even for a brave soul. The year of the different colored dresses and white initial collars was a young one and it is hard to remember. I am not sure what that child would have wished for. But she was a happy child. Maybe it is that child's wish I still wish today - to always run free in the summertime. Free to ride my red bike up and down the street, free to catch a hundred grass hoppers every day, free to lay in a patch of daisies, free to play softball for hours, free to play with my three best friends, free from life and unknown responsibilities. That child was brave, one of the bravest I've ever known, but I'm not so sure that bravery followed her. For if that bravery had followed her she would not wish to be a child of the summertime, but a woman in love, or the olympian she always wanted to be, or the pilot she might have been, or the cowgirl she feels she is. So what would that happy brave child wish for you ask? I'm still not sure, because the wish would only be for an hour. The only thing that happy brave child ever wanted and didn't get(as a child)was a dog, but after an hour it would be gone.

That happy brave child did not grow to be a very creative adult. But if she had to say what her wish would have been, it would have to be -- I've strayed from the topic and gone off on a tangent. I will have to ponder this tomorrow as I roam the hospital and evaluate patients.