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person4For some reason I'm suddenly reminded of once when I was a very little girl, when I came home from kindergarten one day.
A bunch of kids must have stayed home that day or something, because the bus dropped me off at home about ten minutes earlier then normal. I went inside, only to find that no one was home. Now, rather then being sane (hey, I was four) and realising that mom must be on her way home, thinking that she had a bit longer before I showed up, I immediately jumped to the conclusion that somehow I'd gone through the looking glass (I always did prefer that to "In Wonderland"). So, in the five or so minutes until my mom and little brothers showed up I wandered from room to room, peering into every mirror in the house hoping to find them and banging on the glass in case mom was in one of the mirror-free rooms and would come to pull me back through when she heard the thumping.
In retrospect, it's a damn good thing she got home when she did as my next course of action would probably have been to throw myself against the nearest mirror as hard as I could in an attempt to force myself through. God knows I was frenzied enough by then to try anything to "get back to the real world".
Yeah, I was one odd little sprat.
A bunch of kids must have stayed home that day or something, because the bus dropped me off at home about ten minutes earlier then normal. I went inside, only to find that no one was home. Now, rather then being sane (hey, I was four) and realising that mom must be on her way home, thinking that she had a bit longer before I showed up, I immediately jumped to the conclusion that somehow I'd gone through the looking glass (I always did prefer that to "In Wonderland"). So, in the five or so minutes until my mom and little brothers showed up I wandered from room to room, peering into every mirror in the house hoping to find them and banging on the glass in case mom was in one of the mirror-free rooms and would come to pull me back through when she heard the thumping.
In retrospect, it's a damn good thing she got home when she did as my next course of action would probably have been to throw myself against the nearest mirror as hard as I could in an attempt to force myself through. God knows I was frenzied enough by then to try anything to "get back to the real world".
Yeah, I was one odd little sprat.