I held it carefully in my hands. One mistake and it could shatter into a million pieces. I’m not sure where I got it, or where it came from. I know it’s in my room. It is a round ball made out of stone. I am not quite sure what material is, but it feels heavy in my hands. I pretend it is a crystal ball that can see into the future, or into people’s minds. It is a stone that is cursed when taken away from the owner. As a child, it took many shapes. It is blue swirled with black and a dark purple. I remember playing pretend with it. I loved being mysterious. The thought of having powers fascinated me. The thought still fascinates me. I want to be a dancer. No, I want to be a pirate. No, I want to be a hero. No, I want to be a princess. No, I want to be a rockstar. No, I want to take care of animals. No, I want to teach people. No, I want to learn about other cultures. No, I want to travel the world. No, I want to be loved. No, I want to be a rock star again. No, I want to be a writer. No, I want to be everything. I want the options to be endless, like the possibilities for my blue ball. The blue ball continues to be my prop. Who will it show me next? What shape will it take today? I wonder.
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