It reminds me of a poem by Robert Frost that i love
| The Road Not Taken |
Once upon a time, there lived a little girl...
It reminds me of a poem by Robert Frost that i love
| The Road Not Taken |






Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. The little girl lived in a small house on a quiet street. The house was very ordinary to look at, but the little girl loved it, not because of what was like or what was in the house but because of what lay behind it. Behind the house; at the end of the garden was a very high hedge with a small white picket gate built into it. The little girl’s love of the house came from what was beyond that gate. On the other side of the high high hedge was a park. A big beautiful space of tall trees, green grasses, a duck pond, a playpark, picnic tables and cool, sheltered wooded areas just waiting to be explored. The little girl’s dream was to get to other side of the park where a winding path led down to a sandy beach. Children from the neighbouring houses had told her stories of the beach, about sandcastles they had built, the rockpools they had explored and how they had swum in the sea and seen dolphins nearby jumping out of the sparkling ocean. The little girls imagination was filled with pictures of the sea, of joining in the other children’s adventures and of finding a place there of her own.
Early one sunny morning the little girl set off. She packed a small backpack with the things she thought she might need for her journey; a packet of sandwiches, a bottle of water, an apple, a raincoat and a sunhat. As she pushed open the little picket gate she felt such a sense of wonder and excitement. Finally she was on her way. On a path that would lead her to where she wanted to be. After walking for a little while the girl came to the playpark. Never having been in the park without an adult taking care of her, the girl felt a little scared of all the older boys and girls already playing. Some of the children looked over curiously at her, some smiled at her, giving her the courage to open the gate and walk over to her favourite thing in the park – the swings. Swinging high the girl looked all around her. Being so high up gave her a brilliant view of the whole park – she saw the duck pond, the picnic tables and at the edge of the park the tall trees that she knew hid the sea from view, just behind them was her goal, the beach. The little girl played in the park for a while, looking around from the swings, the top of the slide, the climbing frame – preparing herself for the journey that lay ahead. Soon she felt ready to set out again, having played everywhere in the park and seeing everything that she needed to see.
The little girl set off, carrying her little backpack but now wearing her hat as the sun was high in the sky and beaming down on her head. It wasn’t long until she came to a place where the duckpond was on her left and the picnic tables scattered over a grassy slope on her right. Suddenly realising she was hungry the girl walked up the gentle hill to the nearest table where she unpacked her sandwiches, apple and water. The little girl ate her lunch while watching the ducks swimming in the water. There was a mummy duck swimmingly in wide circles around the pond with seven little yellow baby ducks following her. When the girls lunch was finished she gathered up her rubbish and put it in a nearby bin. Carefully tearing her sandwich crusts into small pieces, she walked down to the waters edge where she shared her leftovers with the duck and her ducklings. Once the bread was finished the girl walked on towards the woods.
While she had been eating and intently watching the ducks she had not noticed the sky growing darker and storm clouds gathering. Now with a chilly wind blowing towards her she looked up and noticed the black clouds heavy with rain. In her summer dress she quickly began to feel cold and with the darkening of the sky she began to feel a sense of fear building up somewhere around her tummy. The same kind of fear she felt when she woke up in the middle of the night from a bad dream and thought that there was a witch in the wardrobe. The little girl began to run in the direction of the woods at the same time as heavy raindrops began to fall from the sky, falling on her, falling on the ground and splashing up around her as she ran. There was no time to stop for her raincoat, the little girl just kept running. She remembered when she was smaller she had thought that if you ran fast enough the rain couldn’t catch you. But there was no outrunning this rain, by the time she reached the ends of the woods she was drenched. Only the top of her head remained dry under her hat.
The little girl came to an abrupt stop at the edge of the wood. Something most unexpected was in front of her. The path she had followed so easily until now forked in two. The little girl had no idea which path to choose. The sky was dark, the rain showed no sign of stopping, she was cold and wet, and now she was uncertain of which way to go. She was not lost but she had lost her way. She didn’t know where either path would take her. Would either of them lead her to where she wanted to be? Was there a wrong path or would both paths led to the same place but by different routes? The little girl felt like crying – she was so uncertain. She had not prepared for this. It was meant to be straightforward, the path was meant to be straight, she was meant to know her way.
The uncertainty paralysed the girl, she couldn’t make a decision. Having grown accustomed to the semi-darkness the girls eyes picked out the shape of a small wooden fort just within the woods, beyond the path. Obviously it had been made by some bigger children as a den. The little girl ran towards it, anxious to be out of the rain. As she got closer she saw it had been well built, with sturdy walls and a waterproof roof. Inside the girl found a huge beanbag, a blanket and a box with matches and candles. Sitting down on the beanbag, wrapping the blanket around her, she began to wait. Waiting for the storm to end, waiting to dry out, waiting for a sign as to the path she was to take, waiting on so many things.
As the storm raged on outside, the little girl fell asleep in the waiting place in the woods, just beyond the fork in the road.
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