“Rapunzel, let down your hair!” a six years old girl talked to this tower. The tower stay silent, she knocked on the wooden door, “hey, faster, Rapunzel, let down your hair!”
I was thinking, if there is a door, it could not be the Rapunzel’s tower.
“I guess Rapunzel lives in another tower, this tower is empty.” I said.
“Then I will move to this tower and become Rapunzel.” she said.
“You have to first grow your hair.” I replied.
“Yeah, not sure how long it take to grow my hair, it must be a long time.” she said.
“So that you have enough time to think if you really want to live in this tower alone.” I replied.
We continued our walk. She walked and jumped. Suddenly,
“Do you know Willy Wonka?” she asked.
“The man who own the chocolate factory?”
“Yes! Do you know him?”
“I only know he own a chocolate factory. I do not know him personally. But I have been to a chocolate factory, near to Birmingham in England.”
“Really? You’ve got the golden ticket?”
“No, it’s not as fancy as the Willy Wonka’s, do not need a golden ticket to get in. I only have to buy the entry ticket. Everyone can buy the entry ticket.”
She disappeared. I looked for her, but her mother was calm and said,
“She will reappear if she could not see us anymore.”
Suddenly, from my back,
“Boo!”
Ok, now I am in Monsters Inc’s story.
I amazed how many stories could be stored in a child’s memory?