Jessie walked through the woods near her home slowly. It was just a patch, nothing to fear, really. She took in the scene. She thought about princesses like the ones from Disney while she listened to her boots crunch the snow.
Jessie had turned 17 three weeks ago, she knew she was too old to think about Disney princesses. She wondered what she should think about now; now that she was on the cusp of adulthood.
“What do adults think about when they are walking through the forest in the snow?”
Jessie stopped in her tracks and listened for hoof-beats. She thought of Sleeping Beauty, in a beautiful bed, in the forest, awaiting her prince.
She stopped and kicked the snow.
“18 is not really an adult. 21 is the legal age”.
Jessie looked up and smiled when she saw a cardinal fly by and a squirrel scampering up a tree. The music played in her head and she skipped the whole way home.