Age of Innocence

Pink picnic blanket laid out on the grass her dolls patiently sitting in a row she pours the pretend soda in a glass lays out the plates where plastic food will go. She talks to them and plays some party games one sided conversations to and fro, addressing dogs and bears by their first names, 'till mother calls, then it is time to go. No making oneself sick just to stay thin, no mention of the need for losing weight no peer pressure for spotless perfect skin, no carnal lusting for her- that can wait. Inside this precious bubble, all is fine until she reaches adulthood- aged nine.