Jun. 17, 2012

Whatever Happened to the Fairy Tale?

The beginning of your fiction experience is one that you will never forget.


What am I talking about? I’m talking about the experience of the fairy tales.


Yes, fairy tales. The books that your father, mother or even your grandparents, used to read before you went to bed when you were little.  


Fairy tales are the stories that everyone associates with the quintessential childhood. But why is it that writers don’t seem to be writing them anymore? I mean, sure you have children’s books and stuff like that. But whatever happened to author’s like the Grimm brothers or Hans Christian Anderson?


I believe that they vanished when we started accusing six year old of sexual harassment for singing LMAFO’s I’m Sexy and I Know It to a classmate. They left us high and dry when we started putting kids in front of the TV, instead of having them go out and play with their friends. They disappeared from our lives when society decided that kids should be grownups at eight years old, and know how take care of themselves.


Today, we have such a cynical view of the world. Whatever happened to kids believing in happily ever after? Is it so wrong to let them believe in Santa, the Tooth Fairy or even the Easter Bunny? And what is so wrong about dropping everything and reading to sleep before ten o’clock at night?


Growing up, the stories were my favorite part of bedtime. I would whine and complain like any other kid.  But once my father opened a book, I could let my mind wander into a land filled with monsters, and a handsome prince that made the princess wake up with true loves first kiss.


It’s sad really when I think about all of the wondrous things that kids are missing out on.  Imagination, being at the top of the list. That eyes wide open, can’t believe that I made this in my head, imaginationthat only fairy tales can provide. With pirates, treasures, fairies, princes, princesses, bears that talk and mermaids that don’t. And that happily ever after that comes at the end of every one of those stories.


But, no… We’d rather children test well then let them have an imagination. Heaven forbid that they actually remain children for more than ten years of their lives. Kids grow up fast enough. Why don’t we just let them believe for as long as they can? Why can’t we put aside our cynicism for just a minute and look at things with a child-like wonder?


Whatever happened to the fairy tale?


Tell me.



The Fiction Writer