Who remembers that feeling of being completely carefree? For me, it casts me back to being a child. My greatest worry was about whether my friends would be free to go and play in the park after school, or whether I’d get that Barbie house that i ADORED from Father Christmas this year. Life’s intricacies were not yet formed in a world of colouring in, potato smiley faces and grazed knees.
So yesterday, on 22nd March 2017, after a day of watching threatening headlines unfold, and uncensored images fill my timeline, I found myself huddled under a blanket watching Cinderella. I’m 25 years of age, and my initial knee-jerk reaction was to bury myself into a fairytale to escape from the reality of what was happening. Because escape from reality was all my childhood was about, pretending to be princesses or wizards and fleeing life’s “hardships” through play. It’s only now, as I feel that I really start to head into adulthood, that I realise that part of being a “grown up” is how we learn to face the realities of what life presents to us.