This is just a small record of an ordinary person. I hope that when I grow old, I can look back on these descriptions, word by word, and recall the memories that have slowly faded. So, dear readers, if you happen upon this, please be gentle. Don't judge the writing for being childish, or laugh because the ideas aren't carefully thought out. This is simply an ordinary record of an ordinary life, written by someone with a little princess still living in her heart. It's just a small corner that an ordinary person wants to preserve. If it brings back even the faintest memory for any of you, then that will be the best ending this little essay could hope for.
