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Genre: Music
Date of upload: Premiered Feb 3, 2022 ^^
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RYD date created : 2022-04-07T00:41:06.666348Z
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I had the luxury of growing up near nature because my grandmother has a BIG beautiful garden and she had all sorts of flowers and statues outside. Tall nara trees were in every corner and beside them were banana and mango trees. We don’t have neighbors so I didn’t have kids to play with, and so I played with the faries and we’d decorate the statues, have picnics, pick mangoes, play house and avoid the dwarves. I know now that they don’t exist but I like to believe every now and then. Believing is like a thank you to the faries for making my childhood so happy.
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POV: You are the princess who used to dream in the palace gardens. You have grown and the burdens of aristocracy withered those blissful memories away. Whatever joy you've experienced slithered with your mother's passing at ten. At seventeen, your father fell ill. Now, you must to be wedded against your will to someday birth the future heir to the throne.
It's overwhelming. The older you became, the more you've realize how bleak life can be. How trapped and miserable you feel. Your voice does not matter; you have to surrender every piece of yourself to the sake of keeping your dying line happy. You have to powder your face frequently to hold back the tears. Keep on being pretty and fake your smile to brighten strangers that regard you as nothing else but a doll.
Who are you anymore? Where was that smile you've worn so proudly once upon a time? How have you transformed into a shell of your former self?
Suddenly, you storm out of your room in your undergarments and petticoat. You turn a deaf ear to any calls. You run out to the gardens. It has been years since you have strolled outside. It brings you a hint of relief. Maybe nostalgia as well. You hear the maids, and decide to wander farther away, and farther. Until you find a maze. Strange... you don't recall this part of the field. But you want to stray away from the palace, at least for a while.
You walk inside. Nearly with confidence, as if you have traveled here before. The hedges are decorated with daisies. Hmm, you loved daisies... You see forget-me-nots, baby's breaths, and morning glories riddling the walls. Cersis dangle at the end of the maze, and behind it: light. Once you push past the redbuds, your eyes are invaded with color and vibrancy. Your bare feet touch lush green pasture. Bellflowers, roses, peonies, marigolds, lavender, and carnations welcome you. Seeds of dandelions tickle near your face. The song of birds serenade your perceptions as you walk further and behold the great magnolia trees. Is this a dream?
You stroll further. You see little creature with intricate wings peeking from the flowers. Some dance around you. Some of them are singing. When you look above, an aureola graces the skies. Sweet fragrance fills your nose. A warm, comforting sensation runs fills your senses.
Somehow, this mystical garden becomes familiar to you. Yes, this is the place you used to dream of as a child: your sanctuary. It is more beautiful in reality than it was in your imagination. You feel yourself becoming younger and alive. You smile and giggle for the first time as you gaze at your creation. Feet twist around as you waltz with nature. Your skirt flutters with your spinning. You undo your updo and let your hair sway freely. You sing with the birds and fairies. Butterflies kiss your lips.
Then, a soothing, familiar voice resounds behind you. You beam as you hear them say, "Welcome back, Your Majesty."
(I love the playlist. It's so nostalgic, and it feels like a follow-up to the dreaming princess POV.)
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As someone who grew up with a mixture of heartfelt memories, great expectations placed upon them and family trauma that all made me into a very precocious child I often find people today telling me I seem significantly younger than I am.
I don’t think it has to do with my looks so much as with me currently tapping into the innocence and wonder I would forsake as an actual child in order to be the little helper my siblings and mother needed at the time.
Even today I still struggle with not people-pleasing and telling myself I can be both pure and headstrong but the little heroes and heroines in children’s books and movies always remind me to be myself and do what’s right ☺️
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When I was younger I had an imaginary world in my mind. I would close my eyes and meet up with my friends of that world. It felt real to me, we went for adventures a lot. Sometimes when I see shapes in the clouds or patterns on walls that resembles dragons,people and fairies I would give them names and make them characters in my imaginary world. But when I reached 8th grade I got into depression and I never went to that amazing world again. As I grew older I eventually forgot about that place. It didn't even come to me as a thought anymore. This Playlists reminds me of my innocence when the world had not corrupted me yet. I miss all those feelings. I wish I could see and feel the world as I did when I was 5 just one more time even for a couple of minutes.
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I stand on Grandmother Marybelle’s steps. Poor, deceased, Grandmother Marybelle. I don’t remember her much, we live far away from her and my father and her aren’t on very good terms. The only time I saw her I was really too young to remember. We had inherited Grandmother Marybelle’s old, magnificent house. Even though my Grandmother wasn’t too fond of my mother after she had gone and married Father, she was her only living child so she gave her house to her, and I have come to inspect it and explore it for myself. I picked up my brown calico skirt and walked up the steps and stepped on the porch. I took the keys out of my coat pocket and unlocked the white door.
I stepped in the house and was rather astonished by the magnificence of the house. The air had that feeling that can make you tell it has not been inhabited for at least 2 weeks. I took off my coat and put it away. Everything was still here, the portraits, paintings, furniture, and it all belonged to Father, Mother, and I. It was rather amazing to think about. I was accustomed to rather plain, poorer settings as my family was not very well to do. I roamed around the house, poking my head in the rooms, some empty, most not. After about an hour of exploring, I decided to go outdoors. I stepped outside and breathed in the air. It was humid out, not the pleasantest weather, and the air was rather heavy. I looked before me and saw lots of overgrown weeds, flowers, and scattered trees. Mother told me that the gardens were rather marvelous when she grew up and would
tell me with a smile on her face how she and her older brother, God rest his soul, would play and have jolly times there. I continued and walked around.
Now, to understand this I must tell you a back story. When I was younger, I was a queer child. Or at least, according to my father’s sisters, Aunt Cecily, Aunt Elizabeth, and Aunt Beatrix. I was quiet, often in a daydream, and would have my little head stuck in a book most of the time. I also had reoccurring dreams, such odd but fanciful little dreams.
One of them was such a lovely little dream. It was where I would see a brown wooden gate, open it, and enter into the dreamiest, loveliest garden you ever saw. Roses covering the fences, a small fountain in the middle, A old (still sturdy) tree with a swing on it, a little bench hanging on two ropes. Green, green grass and I would run around and frolic. I had this dream at least seven times, and it still entertained me to muse on nowadays as a young woman.
I skipped, walked, stopped to smell the flowers, would examine the gardens, think of how much prettier I could make this place, and as I was walking, I stopped. Right before my eyes, was the exact brown wooden gate I had dreamed about as a child. Must be a coincidence. I thought. Still, curious, I opened the gate. It was a bit stuck and it took me a minute to open it, but when I did, I was astonished.
It was the exact same garden.
The same roses, the same garden, the same green grass. It was the exact same!
A rush of adrenaline ran through my blood. I squealed and ran around, not caring that I was probably considered too old by many to frolic in such manner. After I was exhausted I laid down and was mystified, trying to wrap my mind over this. I was mystified, but content. I knew I never wanted to leave this place. Oh, wait until Mother hears about this!
Guess who had to write this twice because I accidentally deleted this 😁✌️ Anyways, I don't write often so bear with me i’m sorry it wasn’t too good!
Thank you Mary Wang for helping me figure out how to get this on YouTube- (I wrote in on Google Docs so it wouldn't be deleted again)
If anybody has any feedback, criticism, or corrections please let me know I'd love to hear and improve my writing! Thanks for reading!
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Timestamps: 00:00 | Lavender's Blue - English folk song 02:02 | A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes - Ilena Woods 06:36 | Over the Rainbow - Judy Garland 09:22 | To the Fairies They Draw Near - Loreena McKennitt 12:55 | Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses Theme - Arnie Roth 17:17 | Once Upon a Dream - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Mary Costa 20:04 | Beauty and the Beast - Angela Lansbury 22:47 | Just River the Riverbend - Judy Kuhn 25:34 | Some Day My Prince Will Come - Adriana Caselotti 27:28 | Singin' in the Rain - Gene Kelly 32:23 | Reflection - Lea Salonga 34:50 | Pure Imagination - Gene Wilder 39:10 | Once Upon a December - Liz Callaway 41:59 | Baby Mine - Betty Noyes 44:06 | Journey to the Past - Liz Callaway
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