Completely true in every detail, I remember after all these years, how she sat, the little silver bracelet she wore on her left wrist -- even the charm that hung off it -- a small fish. I can describe her dress, her shoes... slip-ons actually, smell her hair, hear her soft voice -- tell you what the weather was like. I don't have to imagine the tears which come to my eyes as I write this either. She was so ethereally beautiful and I would give anything to be able to go back to her and that time so long ago. I never ever wanted to grow up. It was the cruelest thing ever happened to me.
Circumstances led me one hot night, to fully overstep my parental authority. I had certainly never planned for such an eventuality and neither I'm sure, had my beautiful young daughter. At perhaps an emotional confluence in both our lives, the boundaries of social etiquette were irrevocably crossed.