The Last Unicorn was on my list of
favorite movies as a child. My sister (who was six years older and completely
EVIL) knew this and used it to her advantage to
torment me.
I can still
the moment in my mind. She sat on our blue swing set in the backyard, staring down at me.
“
I have a secret.”
“What?”
“
Kara, I’m the last unicorn.”
“No you aren’t.”
“Yes I am…look at my forehead. I have a mark just like the one in the movie.”
Ok, so her “mark” was really a burgundy
ribbon tied around her head, but this was very convincing to my 4-year-old mind.
“You’re really a unicorn?”
“Yes.
Now kiss my feet.”