The Simple Drawing Containing Many Memories

The Simple Drawing Containing Many Memories

I once visited Wonderland. It was an amazing place with white rabbits and strange hatters. I talked with the Queen of Hearts and the Red Queen, who weren't at all evil. The White Queen had a fragile complexion, and the kings were off in some grandiloquent journey. 

I've met many people down the rabbit hole.

But as all good journeys, it too ended. I am now 20. 

I think about my adventures there, and how I wish I could have stayed. But reality and fantasy tend to be at conflicts with one another, so in the end I had to leave. After a tearful goodbye and one last tea party, I asked the Cheshire Cat to draw the way I looked in Wonderland. It was spot on.

It was a simple drawing (since he had paws and all, but it was quite good). Nothing special except for who drew it and the meanings behind it that only I know. But it also contained a very important something.

All the memories I had there.

I can't access Wonderland anymore, for that is where only children and their reveries reside. At heart, I still am a child, but I know that to go back would hinder my growing up process.

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I have to wonder if Alice looked like Alice in Wonderland, or if she was some sort of marmoreal version of herself.

I hope the residents are all well. I think of them daily.