I almost forgot!I am 14 soon-on the 23rd to be exact.It all seems so long ago-doing ridiculous things you could only get away with when you were very young-dancing in the snow bare foot in the middle of the night, climbing a tree in the long-forgotten summer just so you can see over the village, pretending the willow trees were palaces of wicked spirits and frightening yourself so much you refused to go near them for well over a year...
It sounds very strange to look back at these events as if they happened well over a century ago-but for me it really does feel like that-In today's hectic logical world I feel supressed into a world of facts and exams-numbers and the bitter cold of this long winter seem to be all I can think about.
I suppose that's why I write. To escape from the world I live in and create the exitement and beauty of the world I remember.Ever since I can remember I have been dreaming up wild tales of magic and treachery.
I can vividly remember a girl called Anna-Clare.She lived in Cambridge, and every day after school we would go to the common and play by the bridge in the poppies and long grass, watching the punters come past, thinking up stories of dragons and fairies, and hiding in the flowers.
Now I think about it, we were very dark children. Instead of ending our stories happily, the characters would die horribly. We refused to let anyone overhear or join in our games-we prefered to imagine the characters-free to murder and destroy.The lovers in our story were cruelly parted-either the died tragically,were kep apart through society or cursed never to meet again.The evil socerer would always suceed- they won their innocent bride or got their revenge on the person they had vowed. Strangely, we very rarely looked on the unfortunate characters with pity.
I can also remember one character very strongly-his name appears in our stories many times. Vinido. He was a wicked sorcerer who could possess the souls of any one- exept the woman he loved. This drove him to insanity-and he swore that no man that could ever possess her love would ever escape his wrath.
O well, I shall live in the future.