A long time ago, all over the world, feelings could let be shown at all, except in word form. There was no crying, smiling, or frowning. At that time there was a beautiful girl. She was gorgeous inside and out but she was alone in the world. She has no one. Hope was her name….
The Background: In my sixth grade Language Arts class we were assigned a creative story about “myths.” At least, that’s what I can tell from the rubric (it just says “Myths”). While the particulars of this story I wrote over twenty years ago were blurry, the meat & potatoes of it always stuck with me….