klaceyjsmith
klaceyjsmith
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As a young girl, I grew up in a very small rural village that essentially knew nothing of the outside world, and what they did know was on another planet as far as the villagers were concerned. The invasion of American military officers, moving in and living in the village, was, at first, a very unwelcome invasion for the older villagers. For the children, like myself, it led to a new world of learning and realization that there was a huge amount of adventure and excitement to be explored beyond the realms of our little village. All of a sudden, we had access to new foods, such as Pizza, Sloppy Joes, and a drink called Dr. Pepper. If that wasn’t wonderful enough, I was adorned with terrific comics such as, Wendy the Good Little Witch, Richie Rich, and my most favorite of all, The Archies. Just as my American childhood friends bragged, America really appeared to be “The Land of Milk & Honey,” where everything there was bigger and better. It was then that I began to nag my parents to up and immigrate to this new and exciting world, but my insistence met with the ultimate in resistance, of course.
My dream of coming to America was discarded and readopted with each new teenage love and heartbreak that followed, which was at its worst after my intermittent, on and off again relationship with my first real love ended when he stated he no longer could commit to my dream of becoming a wife and a mother. Heart broken, it was only then that I allowed an aged lady psychic, who worked part-time in the boutique that I worked at, and bothered me repeatedly to allow her to read my cards, did I submit to such a request. Wanting to hear that I would reunite with my first love and live happily ever after, Paula had a very different story to divulge. “You will meet a gorgeous looking fellah,” she told me, “A foreign man, who will marry you and take you to his country,” but then she grimaced horribly as she professed “No, no, I can’t tell it, it’s too awful to tell, no, no, I won’t tell it.” Despite my insistence Paula refused to divulge further what only she could see. Later, having been terribly coerced into being at a place I had no desire to be by my young friend and neighbor, wanting to recover quickly from the rejection of her latest beau, I ventured to the Upper Heyford USAF NCO Club. With the promise that she wouldn’t desert me, where I had no money, that promise expired in approximately two point five seconds after we arrived, and she took off with some admiring officer.
Left stranded and not knowing what to do, where I dare not call my father for fear of the anger I would evoke at even being in such a place, I panicking thinking to myself, “If I just sit here for a minute, something will come to me.” That something was the “Prince Charming” my mother often told me about in the fairy stories she read to me as a child. A young version of Clark Gable approached my table requesting to sit with me, he took me to the Red Foxx show that was taking place that night, and later secured my way home in a taxi paying forty pounds, approximately eighty dollars. I married this foreign man, and he was the one that rejuvenated my dream in bringing me to his homeland, America. For the rest of the story, you’ll need to go to www.klaceyscastle.wix.com/klaceyscastle and see how this fairy story didn’t have such a fairy story ending.
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