I was playing let's pretend with my little niece -- maybe she was 4 years old or so. I asked her who she was and what was going on with her. She told me "Well, things are a little tough. I had a husband, but he died." "Really?" I asked. "I'm so sorry for your loss. How did he die?" "Well," she replied, very somberly, "We went rock climbing, but he didn't hold on so good."
I was absolutely amazed at this story. So tragic and so funny. I asked her, "Did you just make this up?" And she said, "No, that really happened. I miss him."
Maybe when you get to be school age, you just stop being willing to believe.
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