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All Growed Up (a precis)
Nov. 20th, 2018 05:47 pmOnce upon a time, a new TV program was broadcast on ITV.
At the very same time, a little girl happened to be still up and out of bed and witnessed the said show.
The little girl instantly fell in love with a character in the show and even though she was only eight and a half years old, still managed to have thoughts about the character that at such a tender age she really oughtn’t have.
Years went by and the little girl grew bigger, much bigger. She’d never forgotten the program. Nor had she forgotten the character she’d so loved, the ‘exotic’ looking Ray Doyle. ‘Real life’ however was a bugbear to the little girl, real people who thought little of the Ray Doyle she still held closely in her heart.
The little girl eventually discovered a mystical new world called ‘The Internet’. Here there were lots of folks that understood and agreed with the little girl. They wrote stories and made lovely pictures that mirrored the little girl’s thoughts. She revered them and tried to join them, making stories and pictures of her own.
It was never quite enough for the little girl however. Everyday life in her boring little town didn’t seem to celebrate Ray Doyle as much as she wanted it to, so she tried to make up for it in many sorts of ways. She bought vintage clothes such as those he might wear. She bought a car just like his. She permed her hair and kept it permed.
‘Real life’ was never far away however and Real Life didn’t like it. Real life demanded that the little girl gave more of herself than she was able to give. She cooked and cleaned, cosseted and complimented. She made and mended, helped and hoped. She worked and wanted, pandered and pleaded. She happily laid down for Real Life who took her soul like it was it’s own to take.
It was never quite enough for Real Life however. Real Life hated the little girl’s ideas, the fact that she had thoughts and dreams of her own. Real life tried to take the little girl’s life and very nearly succeeded. The little girl had to grow VERY big to get through it. It was hard and horrible and she tried at all times to keep her beloved Ray Doyle in her heart. She kept her perm (and her sanity) to the best of her ability, but she realised that if she was to have the future she craved, she was going to have to kick Real Life into touch and create a real life of her very own.
Two years after Real Life cast its final blow, the little girl was set free. She had a home (small but safe), she had her beloveds (dogs not humans) and she had her friends, (though she could only talk to them by typing things).
The little girl was ecstatic however. She could watch and draw and dream about her beloved Ray Doyle as much as she liked. After a while however, she realised she didn’t really need to. She had a brand new life and it was a very grown up one. She was her own person who answered to nobody and feared far less.
The little girl would always cherish her beloved Ray Doyle, though she didn’t need him to survive. She didn’t need a perm or a car, she just needed time to be herself and enjoy her life for what it was. She did however take one last piece of him that she could keep forever as her own and as the new Ms Ray, she finally grew up.
At the very same time, a little girl happened to be still up and out of bed and witnessed the said show.
The little girl instantly fell in love with a character in the show and even though she was only eight and a half years old, still managed to have thoughts about the character that at such a tender age she really oughtn’t have.
Years went by and the little girl grew bigger, much bigger. She’d never forgotten the program. Nor had she forgotten the character she’d so loved, the ‘exotic’ looking Ray Doyle. ‘Real life’ however was a bugbear to the little girl, real people who thought little of the Ray Doyle she still held closely in her heart.
The little girl eventually discovered a mystical new world called ‘The Internet’. Here there were lots of folks that understood and agreed with the little girl. They wrote stories and made lovely pictures that mirrored the little girl’s thoughts. She revered them and tried to join them, making stories and pictures of her own.
It was never quite enough for the little girl however. Everyday life in her boring little town didn’t seem to celebrate Ray Doyle as much as she wanted it to, so she tried to make up for it in many sorts of ways. She bought vintage clothes such as those he might wear. She bought a car just like his. She permed her hair and kept it permed.
‘Real life’ was never far away however and Real Life didn’t like it. Real life demanded that the little girl gave more of herself than she was able to give. She cooked and cleaned, cosseted and complimented. She made and mended, helped and hoped. She worked and wanted, pandered and pleaded. She happily laid down for Real Life who took her soul like it was it’s own to take.
It was never quite enough for Real Life however. Real Life hated the little girl’s ideas, the fact that she had thoughts and dreams of her own. Real life tried to take the little girl’s life and very nearly succeeded. The little girl had to grow VERY big to get through it. It was hard and horrible and she tried at all times to keep her beloved Ray Doyle in her heart. She kept her perm (and her sanity) to the best of her ability, but she realised that if she was to have the future she craved, she was going to have to kick Real Life into touch and create a real life of her very own.
Two years after Real Life cast its final blow, the little girl was set free. She had a home (small but safe), she had her beloveds (dogs not humans) and she had her friends, (though she could only talk to them by typing things).
The little girl was ecstatic however. She could watch and draw and dream about her beloved Ray Doyle as much as she liked. After a while however, she realised she didn’t really need to. She had a brand new life and it was a very grown up one. She was her own person who answered to nobody and feared far less.
The little girl would always cherish her beloved Ray Doyle, though she didn’t need him to survive. She didn’t need a perm or a car, she just needed time to be herself and enjoy her life for what it was. She did however take one last piece of him that she could keep forever as her own and as the new Ms Ray, she finally grew up.
