But oh my dear, I am tired of being Alice in Wonderland. Does it sound ungrateful? It is. Only I do get tired.

I suppose at some point, we all have to decide which memories - real or otherwise - to hold on to, and which ones to let go.

But oh my dear, I am tired of being Alice in Wonderland. Does it sound ungrateful? It is. Only I do get tired.

Unlike men, women got less sentimental as we aged, I was discovering.

Why were there so many barriers between us, always? Barriers of clothing, of etiquette, of time and age and reason.

My head grew muddled with it all; the silly ways adults acted with one another, never saying what they meant, trusting in sighs and glances and distance to speak for them instead. How dangerous that was! How easy it must be to misinterpret a sigh or a look.

I like to imagine the "what ifs" of history.