©Georgina Fawcett 1998 All rights reserved.
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CHAPTER ONE
In the morning I woke to my room, everything was full of the colours of a glorious dawn. With luminous sunlight softly sailing through my bedroom windows, I stood and dressed myself in jeans with a little red and white striped T-shirt. It was as if the light of the sun and the light of my soul had awoken at the same time. Today was the first day of my adventure. I took my bicycle and went off cycling through a maze of sun glistened alleyways. I was never to return. I had died in my bedroom, the family I left behind thought my bicycle had been stolen. They believed in death and I believed in everlasting life, we were due to part company and I had left early enough not to be spotted.
Cycling through the twist and turns of white pathways down a maze of alleyways with white walls reflecting the sunlight and bright green grass it became a beautiful day and with the crystalised pathway beneath my wheel and glistening white sunlight pathways beckoning me to cycle on, madly adventuring I cycled determined to lose my past, to break onto new, exciting territory. With a surge of excitement I felt my sense of adventure rising as if many happy hours had been spent in anticipation of the undiscovered journey into the future.
I was fifteen and a boy when I left in the morning and as I cycled on this pathway of new life I felt a rising sense of a new choice and a new life. I became a thirteen year old girl with a strongly protective core self of being a tomboy as if my past life was supporting my new one.
I suddenly knew. I knew where I was going. I knew myself to be the daughter of an important man. I knew I had to meet a man who was his friend. A signpost indicated the way to a boat yard. I followed it, instinctively knowing the way reaching an old, large wooden boat which was moored inside a large barn on the pathway. With the speed of youth both feet hit the floor at the same time on the same side as I jumped off my bicycle. I was getting younger as I walked to the barn to meet a very special man, a man some said was a villain, some said they were too afraid of to speak to or of. I believed him to be my father’s friend and a fair if sometimes harsh man to some.
With my head slightly bowed I walk in with quiet contemplation because I knew I had to show respect. Despite rumours to the contrary I did respect other men apart from my father. I knew I was to grow up treating every person as a special individual rather than stereotypical types. I walk up to an old iron wheel, for not only was I invited and expected, I had been summoned. I dare not raise my head to look for I knew instinctively that to enrage this man would be to my detriment. I had no knowledge that I had died and was purely adventuring on life’s pathways so I stood quietly with my chin resting on my chest. He stood behind me as I faced the iron wheel, as a ship’s captain instructing a cabin boy on his path to naval officer.
