There once was a little girl named, Angela. She ran and played all day until her feet were black and tattered. She dreamed in colors of purple and pink; never saw the harm in a colorful world.
One day, while Angela was playing outside, a horrible storm came and blew her castle down. When the storm had cleared, she could see there was nothing left of her once beautiful home. She knew then she had a decision to make: stay and face the music or turn and run. Angela was never one to give up, but as she looked around at the thousands of memories that now laid to ashes around her feet, she could see no reason to stay; so she ran.
Three years of traveling and Angela finally found her new home. It would never be as beautiful as her castle but it would hold new memories for the time being.