Ariel was such a easy going baby, even though her dad almost left her on the roof of a car before leaving the hospital. Always smiling, playing but cried very little. At least this is what I was told when I became older. Hi my name is Ariel and I have had some adventures of some lifetimes. I want to share these stories with you and let you know, all of stories are real. How is this possible you may ask, well throughout some tales I will explain.

When I was little, I loved to be on a swing. Like other kids I loved riding bikes and hanging out with friends till the street light came on. I’d go home and sleep, wake up doing it all again the next day. My dad worked full time, and mom stayed at home making sure my brother and I had lots of snacks and were always taken care of. She was so pretty from what I remember. Long brown hair, brown eyes and just very very caring heart. I remember her watching TV shows or movies, and she seem so sad, as if something bad had happened. I asked her once, why she seemed so sad, and she said she could relate to the characters and what they were feeling. Of course being little I still didn’t quite understand but her being able to relate to just characters was something I definitely got from her.

I remember it all starting a few months after the accident. Mom and dad were coming home late, a bad storm and got hit from behind. Unfortunately mom didn’t take it too well, there was a coma for a few weeks, and than we had to say goodbye. I still to this day feel like I am in denial. I remember her telling us stories and singing songs and her hugs. Those were probably the best hugs ever, but most mom hugs are! I became the homemaker you could say, making sure my brother would get school work done cooking up meals from time to time and doing the kid thing would became less.

I was playing outside in the backyard of our apartment and noticed the lights you could say. It was a big yard maybe half a acre, with a small sidewalk going up to the back driveway. On the left side a clothes line. One of those things, you would of hung wet clothes on to dry back in the day. There are still rare to see but I remember the downstairs lady used them all the time. And the smell of clean, drying sheets; there really is nothing like it. There was also a chain link fence that ran all the way to that driveway to separate our yard with the neighbors. Between that fence and the neighbors were pine trees, good climbing trees and a climbing I would do. If caught of course I’d try to make a excuse as to why I went over, we lost a ball or something but I loved that tree. I could climb up the fence, grab a branch, pull myself up than sit in for hours. Just imagine I was far away in another land just over the fence and chat with what I was told were imaginary friends, but they may be more in the end.

I remember going out one day when mom had been gone for awhile. I climbed up in the tree and just sat. Wondering why and how things would play out now that she was gone. It was chilly that fall day and I watched as leaves were blowing in the wind and noticed it was like they were painting. One after another would fall slowly and if they had a paint brush a beautiful canvas it be. “It’s pretty isn’t it..?”….a small girls voice I suddenly heard. “Yes it is. Who are you and where are you?”…I asked. “It’s ok, you cannot see me just yet but know I will help keep you safe.”…The voice said. “Now if I can’t see you, you can’t see me so how do you keep me safe?”…I was intrigued . Being a kid, I would of thought; I can’t see you how can you see me. Had I been caught climbing in the tree again, maybe this was the neighbor? I suddenly got scared, and slowly hopped down out of the tree. Still not without scraping my knee (which happened a lot on the fence). “So what about my knee, thought you keep me safe?”…I asked the voice. “Who you talking to?”, my brother suddenly asked coming out of the house. “ I don’t know if it’s the neighbor or my mind but some girl? She said she keep me safe, but look at my knee.” He just looked at me like I was nuts. “Let’s just go in, dad’s got his famous beans and weeniers ready.” Oh yummy I liked dad’s dinners, always different but so yummy.

So off I went with my brother inside but glanced behind me once more and noticed a spark near my tree. Reminded me of tinker bell, but fairies and my Disney movies aren’t real; are they…?