Once upon a time, there was a girl who, in the early morning dew, tiptoed in her nightgown, barefoot, to the vegetable patch in her yard to admire the dewdrops, sniff the flowers, and pop peas into her mouth.
The girl often adventured in the forest behind her home and in the swamp, climbing trees and paddling across the swamp with a makeshift oar fashioned from a branch. Sometimes she would sit on the roof of her house, wondering about the goings-on of the neighbor's dog.
The girl collected flowers from the yard, the forest, and the swamp, making them into bouquets which she sold from her tiny flower shop set up on the front porch to her grandfather and eldest aunt. Besides her own family, she sold them to the residents of her childhood home.
The girl roamed in her underwear along the edge of the vegetable garden and small field of her grandmother's house, known as Fairytale Land, collecting cornflowers and singing, "I walk along the field's edge without a shirt, no one stops me as I journey on."
She had adventures and played games similar to those of her mother, Marketta, in her own childhood, relying on her imaginary world.