When I was little, my dad said fairyland was through the knothole in our backyard fence. But I had to be tall enough to see it. I couldn't rush fate. He said when I was tall enough, fairyland would be there.
I believed him. Playing town in the garden, and I could have snuck a chair to the fence and peered through. I almost did, every time.
Every year my eyes would get closer to fairyland. The year I turned fifteen I could see through it if I stood on my tiptoes. But I was a patient child. I remembered, in innocence, and waited.
Tomorrow I turn sixteen. Will fairyland be there for me?
photo by my sweet sister Emily who just took a year of pictures!