OK...I am writing this story for Madison, my youngest daughter. It doesn't paint a very nice picture of me, but in my defense, I blame it on the excess stress that I was going through with my husband and his cancer and my demanding hours at work at the time...still...that's not a good excuse. But in reality, let's face it, at times my very active imagination can go too far and make me think and tell crazy stories.
The problem was that I was Maddie's story teller. She loved them. So when I would get home at night from work and this little 4 - 5 year old had been bathed and fed, I would sit with her on the couch in the living room, and while she sat extremely close to me, rubbing my hair between her fingers (She loved my hair--it was sort of her security blanket), I would make up stories for her. It was during this time that I discovered the Witch in the Fireplace!
Remember now, that I am telling you that I was probably...well almost certainly.. cruel. It's not that I wanted to hurt her, I loved her! I mean I was right there with her...but so was the Witch!
We had a red brick fireplace in our living room, and the couch that Maddie and I would sit on while watching TV, faced the fireplace. Suddenly one night, during my story telling time, the Witch made her appearance in my imagination, and this is what happened:
In a very Witchy voice, the Witch suddenly screeched out in her high pitched somewhat piercing Witchy voice - "Hello there my Sweety! I have just taken your Mother to my secret place in the Fireplace, and the only way you will ever see her again is if you kiss me on my Witchy cheek!" Then with a wicked Witch like laugh her screech would rumble around the room! Maddie just stopped holding my hair and stared at me.
It never occurred to me at the time that she would believe that her Mother really was gone, and she was sitting next to the Witch who took her! She was so scared, but that didn't stop that evil Witch who was now having fun. "Come on Madison, give us a little kiss --show Witchy how brave you are!" and then that same evil Witchy laugh would ring out again!
By this stage Maddie's lower lip was starting to quiver, and she cried out very urgently: "I want my Mummy! Where is she? Why did you take her?" (Now mind you I was sitting directly next to Maddie, and I should have been ashamed of doing this to her--but all of my story telling over the years in all of my character's voices, had her convinced that at the moment the thing sitting next to her was a Witch!)
"C'mon deary, time is disappearing, and if you don't kiss me soon--you will never see your Mummy again!" With that another Witchy laugh would ring out.....
Keeping the Witchy voice going, that evil Witch would urge Maddie to kiss her, and that only the magic and love of that kiss would bring her Mummy back from the Witch's hold within the fireplace!
So, looking at the Witch, with by now a couple of tears beginning to brim in her eyes, she leaned over and very quickly kissed the cheek of the Witch sitting next to her!
"Oh, no Madison! You did it! This ol' Witchy never thought you could be so brave---Oh no!"
And with that the Witch's squeaky, high pitched voice was replaced by her Mummy's yelling out:
"Maddie! You did it! You kissed that horrible creatures' cheek--you are so brave--thank you for loving me so much! It was so scary in there---I just never want to go back! I love you so much and missed you--I thought I would be in there forever!"
After that we kissed and hugged, and I held her for a long time.
(I know, I know! I was a horrible person! But her imagination kept urging me on---it was as crazy as mine!)
So--years later we talked about it, and I had to agree, my Witchy story was as cruel as my sister's Boogeyman story had been to me - but at the time it was so much fun! I know - take me away! Examine my crazy brain at the time. But it happened....history repeating itself...Oh, God! I hope not!!