A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (May 2015-August 2018)
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?


64. The odd and fantastical.


4th August 2015

Some people collect shot glasses. Some people collect spoons, stamps, or magnets, or thimbles, or postcards, little souvenirs they pick up along the road, pulling it kitschy little shops on each holiday, popping into a convenience store at the airport for one last thing before take-off. Some collect the more unique like license plates, which is of course a reference to Walking Dead, or the odd and fantastical. Whatever they collect, every little thing shows a passion, a memory, and a divinity they can’t and won’t throw away. 

I remember that I used to collect little fairy figurines. I can imagine that some of you will be saying, fairy figurines, what? It started when my Grandad bought me a figurine which simply had a fairy and a mirror. And I remember him saying to me, that sometimes you don’t need magic or something like that to give you a boost or to define you, all you need to do is look into the mirror and you’ll find the real magic there. You are the magic, you is what gives you a boost and is all you’ll need. Those words have stuck in my mind even more so that when I look into my own mirror, similar to the one in that set, I realise that I don’t need magic or something spectacular. I am the best that I can be.

A fairy and a mirror started the avalanche that was my collection. Before I knew it, I had most of the shelves of my book case filled with the stuff and always went back for more. I appreciate not only my Grandad but everyone who ever bought me one of those; they were and are expensive.

But like with most collections there comes a point where you have to take a step back and find a limit. By this point it was taking over my room and I had no space to put all the stuff that I was evolving into. Books, makeup and art utensils were all bundled up on the floor and my Mom nearly had a heart attack every time she entered my room. It was because of all of those factors that I decided that enough was enough, and a clear out had to take place.

I didn’t throw them away. I couldn’t do that; things of memories and happy moments don’t deserve to go in the bin. At first they were stored away, in boxes in the spare bedroom. Then I decided to give them away to another little girl who was much like me, I would like to think.

At the time that little girl didn’t have much in the toy department and every girl should have a toy obsession before makeup and fashion take over. I remember emptying the black bags and showing her how they worked and what they did. She was overjoyed with them all and hugged me.

I left that house without my collection but with a smile on my face and a little girl setting up her own collection behind me.

Everyone collects something but there is always a time when you have to disperse it and pass it on.


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