Sarah's childhood.

Here is the short tale of me: I grew up in a pretty house outside a very small town with cows and cornfields and pretty views from the top of a hill and all that junk. I didn't have many neighbors (or at least children neighbors), so my brother, sister, and I had to learn to get along. We played things like "Olden Days", where we'd pretend our deck was a house on the prairie. Or "Princess and Maid", which is pretty self explanatory. We watched too much TV, built forts in our living room to watch TV in, and cut cardboard boxes into spaceships or airplanes (which usually ended up flying into the living room, where we watched TV). There was also an obscene amount of Barbies and stuffed animals. 

My childhood may be the reason
I love "weird" things like Doctor Who.

 I went to barbecues, Sunday School, and had trips to the zoo every summer. I spent a lot of my time reading and coloring or going to my grandparent's house. My sister wore my hand-me-downs, and I went to a school with the other children in our charming little town of 1,500. 


Then, around the time I was twelve several things happened over a span of five years: my grandmother passed, my aunt passed, my brother stopped speaking to my family, my grandfather passed, and my mother lost her job. All of these things kind of threw me for a loop, considering I was supposedly living this very wonderful life that was often synonymous to that of childhood in movies. 


Over these five years (I won't get into too many details, because that would either bore you or make you want to find me and comfort me or something), strange things were going on inside me. My thoughts were taking more shape and I wasn't satisfied with the meaningless thoughts of the mean girls or annoying jocks around me in the high school hallways. 


Simply put, I grew up.


It all boils down to this: Everybody has that point in their life where you hit a crossroads and you've had a bunch of bad days and there's different ways you can deal with it. Some people struggle and refuse to let go. But the hardest part of moving forward is not looking back.


The wonderful thing about my childhood is that I had the chance to sleep in castles and be read bedtime stories and still believe that magic and true love exist. Though I did eventually grow to big for ponies and dolls,  I can now look for Prince Charmings (sans the white horse) in the real world. And I can take each day in stride, all the while loving the life I was given, despite all the pain. 


And, according to the Doctor, "Every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant."