Childhood Oblivion (Personal Monologue)

I am a Sprite. Romping through the grass Isee a tree. Must i climb? What an understatment! The moss brushes against my knees, it's wet, it's dirty. ha ha wonderful blissful Childhood! in my little forest i play dusk til dawn. MayI share a secret? I could Fly! Through the trees, over the flowers that smell of Lavender and Honeysuckle. Ilaugh, but shhhh, not too loud, there's a createure afoot. A Monster! Winged, Beaked! Iuse to pretend that the woodpecker was an evilPterodactyl. Ha haSweetblissful Childhood. I am a Sprite. Leave me to my Garden.