Once Upon A Time: The Beginnings Of My Fairytale

When my friends said write a story, I was devastated. What story could I jot down to impress them? Nevertheless my writing skills is not as graceful as Shakespeare's.

My ideas went blurry as I soon as I held the pen. I realised I was not a diamond in the rough. Completely not.

My imagination was running wild but no words could describe the dream, the imagination I held in my mind.

Grandmama said that a picture expressed more than thousands words. Perhaps I could get a storyline from the album, so I went to the attic to search for the old memories.

But as soon as I opened the album, I didn't find a storyline but a story that looks like a fairytale to me.

What did I found? Where would this story led me? Would I find a fairytale for myself as well.