[NOTE: The names have been changed in this story to protect the innocent, everything else is totally true]
Through one of the shows I’m doing here in the Bay area, I was connected with Alley — I would love to have Alley as my mom as a kid. Every year for Halloween, mom and Karen (her daughter) would go through the Halloween candy from trick or treating and pick a small amount of candy for Karen to keep. Then the Halloween fairy comes by to pick up the remaining candy to give to the kids who couldn’t go trick or treating in exchange for a gift. Last year, Karen asked the Halloween fairy if she could meet Cinderella.
I walked from my friend’s house to Karen’s in my big purple ball-gown, hair pulled up, curls embraced by glitter clips, tiara a-top, and holding my small shiny purse. The door was open and I had to knock a few times before dad heard me tapping away. “Karen! Could you get the door!” Karen came running to the front and immediately stopped in her tracks when she saw me.
Me: Hi! Are you Karen?
Me: Hi. I’m Cinderella! The Halloween Fairy sent me a note saying that you wanted me to stop by to meet you.
Dad: Karen. Who’s at the door?
Dad: Yeah, sure. Who’s at the door?
Karen: No really! It’s Cinderella!!
Dad: Ah, huh. Is Santa Claus with her too?
Dad comes to the door stunned.
Me: Hi! I’m Cinderella!
They both invited me in and Karen took me right away to her room to show me her fancy dresses and mini princess figurines. She was dressed up at the time because she was coloring in her Snow White coloring book.
Karen: You know. I like you, but you gotta tell Disney that they need Princesses of other colors. There’s nothing wrong with being white, but there are other colors out there. Do you know the other princesses?
Me: Oh yes! We get together every once in a while. We all live in the same neighborhood.
Karen: I heard there was going to be a new Princess story.
Me: Yes there is! There’s a new princess that moved in town. I haven’t met her yet though.
Karen: I also think that the stories should be different. Like, the prince rescuing the princess. Why can’t the princess rescue the prince?
Me: I think Pocahontas rescued her prince and she’s of a different color.
Karen is 5 ¾ years old. She’s got quite a smart little brain in there!
Karen: I like your dress. Did you buy it or the birds make it?
Me: The birds made it! Of course! I like to make my jewelry though.
(I showed her the bracelet I made that I was wearing. She told me it was very pretty.)
Karen: Where’s your prince?
Me: He’s at home training the horses.
Karen: We’re your stepsisters mean to you before? Did you cry?
Me: Yes, I did cry sometimes. It was hard, but it made me stronger.
Karen: What did they say?
Me: They said a lot of mean stuff, but I told them that I didn’t like it and it wasn’t nice. They stopped after a little while.
Karen: Do your stepsister’s live with you.
Me: Yes, and my stepmother.
Karen: Are they nicer now?
Me: Yes. They’re much nicer now.
Karen: Do you have servants?
Me: Yes, but we all help keep the castle clean by cleaning the floors, windows, and dishes. My prince even likes to garden.
Karen: Really? My dad likes to garden!
Karen’s mom, Alley then came home. Mom was just as surprised as dad was to my arrival. They both offered me cinnamon sugar cookies they had just made that morning with water. We had a seat at the table at talked a bit more.
Me: So Karen, what do you like to do.
Karen: I like Math and writing stories.
Me: I like writing stories too! I’m actually writing some stories with one of my friend’s.
Karen: Sleeping Beauty?
Me: Yes! With Sleeping Beauty! How did you know?
Karen: I just thought of it! I thought you might be friends. You want to write a story together?
Me: Yes! I’d love to!
We then wrote a story and drew some pictures. In all honesty, Karen dictated the story and I wrote it down. It went something like this:
Cinderella and Karen went walking down the street. Cinderella saw a rock on the ground, but it wasn’t magic so she gave it to Karen. Karen held the stone and it became magic for her. As she held the stone she could feel it’s powers. Karen then saw a stone on the ground that was blue and green and gave it to Cinderella. That stone became magic for Cinderella. They kept walking and came across a pond. They had their bathing suits on so they went swimming. After they were done, they dried off and went home. The End.
Karen offered me some more cookies, but I told her I was much too full. She insisted that I take 5 cookies home with me: one for my prince, me, my stepmother, and one for each of my stepsisters.
Karen then told me her birthday was in November and that I could come to the party if I wanted, and the prince and Sleeping Beauty were invited too. She brought this up a couple times and mom was reluctant, so I told Karen not to worry. I then said that since I wasn’t sure if I could make it to her birthday, I’ll give her my bracelet as an early birthday present.
I put the bracelet on her and it fit perfectly.
Karen: I’ll wear this till I’m very old. Are you magic?
Me: I think we all have a little bit of magic.