When You’re One With Nature
Learning how to braid hair as a kid is as exciting as learning how to tie your shoes. The back-and-forth exercise of swapping the side strands for the middle one is tricky for little hands, and I remember religiously practicing on my friend’s hair in first grade as we listened to the teacher read Charlotte’s Web. I was on top of the world when I finally got it down pat.
After that, I had to braid everything. I remember the feeling vividly, which is why I can say with great confidence that whoever did this was probably really happy that they just learned how to make pretty plaits. They couldn’t stop at the hair. They had to braid it into the grass. Think she’ll be surprised when she tries to stand up and leave?