“A Princess‘ Dream”

The glass was so dense and foggy, but as the sun shone through it, the aerial view became more vivid. The excitement was contagious, streaming through every limb at a terrific speed, leaving on a gleaming smile no one else could possibly steal. This experience could have lasted a lifetime however in memory, it already did.

This voyage defined fun, excitement just kept coming. The expectation was huge, for, it was the “happiest place on earth”. Money was out of the picture while traveling full speed on the Space Mountain rollercoaster or touring the Haunted Mansion, accompanied by the haunting spirits who still linger among the historical amusement park. To any child, Disneyland is their number one vacation.

The sun beat down upon the enormous park, tea cups twirled while the Matterhorn twisted and the streets filled more and more. There was no stopping this day nor any other while happy faces surrounded the atmosphere. Sleeping Beauty’s castle stood tall, astonishing, with so many shaded colours. This castle, so fascinating, any little girls’ dream to live in or even to witness.
Standing down below, examining this work of art, a princess appeared wearing her lipstick pink high heels and transitioning baby blue and bubble gum pink dress. Her long blonde locks hung below her waist bouncing as she tip-toed around. The tiara was like no other, direct reflection from the sun, which made every crystal detail visible. She was the idol, goddess, favourite princess of all time, and she had noticed me.
The desire to become a princess was so strong that twenty minutes later, Daddy brought out a bubblegum pink dress with a touch of sparkle. The dream of becoming that beautiful princess was an achievable goal. Skipping down Main Street, everything in that second seemed perfect.
As I reflected into the sparkly Disney snow-globe, the confetti twinkled repeatedly, until it calmly set place upon the glowing surface and at that same moment, I paused, recognizing the joy and unforgettable memory of the little princess, who would forever remain in the magical kingdom.

So many adventures, fantasies almost life changing, flashing back at the age of seven. One day felt like a lifetime, one minute felt like a century and that is why memories are so important, so sacred. If situations or special moments were forgotten what good would they be to even experience?


Utopia
The perfect house, perfect life and perfect experiences along with opportunities sounds ultimately fascinating in the minds of people. Without worry, war or stress, life could be much simpler. So why is it impossible to achieve a life of perfectionism?

In a perfect world, everyone has millions and millions of dollars, all races and gender s everywhere are treated equally. Poverty does not exist in the minds of the beholders‘. Money does not make people happy and love is easy to find. Global warming is a fake threat while terrorism is when a television show is duplicated, leaving two of the same show on air. The perfect weather, perfect human beings, (all with their own personalities of course) create a world of peace. A world of pure happiness and no regret is the world anyone would die for.
But leaving it all in a dream, all behind in what should become a reality, slowly loses its meaning and grip from that miraculous thought. Without the negative emotions, without the stress and war. Earth would not be Earth. There would be no balance, all confusion with the same stereotyped humans and repetitive days, with no hope or fear, only the satisfaction of their path which was never crossed. Learning and growing up would not be an important step from crawling around to driving a vehicle by yourself. All the stepping stones, mistakes and challenges would have not occurred.
There is no fun in a life perpindicular to another’s. Nor is there fun living a perfect safe lifestyle when living is about the mistakes, hurt egos, broken hearts, new loves and trying the new. How fun would it be to be perfect? The flaws, so deceiving and tempting, overpower the reality on a day to day basis. The accessories people think they want is not always necessairly what they really need. When it comes down to happiness, all human beings differ, some live for money and it makes them happy while others are content living with the love and affection of family members and working hard everyday.

Therefore to live with utopia can be a flaw to embrace or a hesitant decision. The benefits of a perfect world can result in the best or it can be a mistake, irreplaceable, repeating everyday. To enjoy the day dream, wish upon this favoured definition is completely acceptable, but to live in such a world, it is mandatory to let time second guess your wishes.


The Strongest Emotion

Jealousy, the emotion which typically refers to negative thoughts or results in bad situations that surpass daily. It is a complete phenomenon that such a powerful emotion has an impact on every human being at least once in their life. Jealousy is a dangerous yet contagious emotion, once caught, the addiction rages like a fire burning and it sticks for good. The emotion could almost be better off un-existed however, every culture, every age has to deal with this frustrating feeling. The in-depth conflicts arise consequently throughout the first stages, once the emotion is more developed, it creates the aggression and frustration no other emotion can possibly deliver. Without such an emotion the imbalance between emotions or reactions to situations would be completely different. However this emotion was created by man’s mind, thought upon brought up onto the surface, patiently waiting to attack a sore soul.

Sarah Casey
Stepping Stones

I’ll always remember that frosty- chilled day when the living room lit up from the cracks of the burning wood. The wall drenched in mystifying red and orange shades, dancing around the warm room. It was one of those days when curling up in a chair, pulling out your favourite book , seemed like the perfect possibility.

The stereo was on a subtle tone playing Madonna’s new hit single, while Dad worked away, paying no attention to the clock. Mary and I sat down in front of the cozy fire, bellies full, ready to play. The town we had created covered the entire living room, leaving us the capacity to crawl around while making our dolls come to life. Some nights we would keep it set up until the next day then add on bits and pieces of the wonder world. That gave us benefits to still continue the never-ending game of Barbie’s after we were sent to bed. Slowly we would creep down the stairs turn on the fairy night-light and play the night time scene. But surely, all good things came to an end and we either crashed the cars or had a fight with Ken, then it was game over. Mom caught us again.

There were many times of attempt to outsmart the elders. Once we were spies, planning to take over the world, starting by our house. We began looking for secret passage ways, the attic, dark dusty hole you had to crawl up into from a ladder. This plan did not succeed after finding the ladder, carrying it up the steep stairs than watching it tumble down, denting the hardwood floor. Another attempt, sneaking out the window to venture onto our shingled roof, this idea turned into, risky business! When we snuck out on to one level of the roof, carefully placing our feet onto the second level, with blankets and pillows. The view was outstanding, overlooking the neighbourhood and the big black sky above, twinkling with glitter. It was as if time had stopped. The moment of being free at the age of nine and seven. So special until we tried to get down quietly and the footsteps echoed down the hall into Mom and Dads room. Within a matter of seconds, we were in through the window, grounded and imprisoned.

The most vivid memory thinking back upon all the lessons I had learnt occurred just after we had struggled to structure the Barbie town, playing from dusk until dawn, only taking breaks for food or needed help. As I quietly sat by the fire, nibbling on a few carrots, at the age of three. The world was so amusing, so different and exotic. Curiosity is what triggers and motivates children. Fire, was one of the most fascinating obstacles, hot, hot wood, with a flame that could spread. Knowing the consequences fire had were not a worry.
Mom sat on the couch reading her book on the frosty day. Quietly examining her two precious angels who would soon grow up. I reached out, stuck out my hands facing the fire place. Quickly glancing over at Mom who was shaking her head, responding in a raspy but clear voice, “ It is hot, very hot, not nice to touch”. The glass over the propane fireplace was rather warm, but warm is warm. Grinning, without hesitation I touched the fireplace glass with both hands!
But Mom was right this time.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 11.12.2009

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