A long time ago,
In a far way place.
There lived a girl.
Not a particularly special girl.
Not a uniquely beautiful girl.
She didn't even have long eyelashes.

She lived near a town and near a big forest.
Because this is a fairy tale.

The girl had brothers and sisters. And friends.
She liked them all. They were all perfectly fine.

But
The girl only wanted one thing.
An adventure.

Like the ones in books and like the ones that were told to younger children.
She was too old for her parents to tell stories to, her parents would proclaim and their fingers would point to her rather library level like collection of books. You can read, so read by yourself! they replied to any of her "childish" requests.

For some reason the adventures just wouldn't come. So the girl set out to create her own. Maybe the adventure was stuck in a tree?

So the girl climbed a tree. Higher and higher, to the top,, passing surprised birds. Disappointingly: There was no adventure stuck in the tree.

The girl considered other options of adventures. Running away was an ongoing theme in her books. But where would she run away to? She decided to move into the family bathroom. Luckily for the rest of the family the house had two bathrooms. It was a very clever, little, yellow house. The girl brought her stuffed panda bear, a pillow, a blanket and some biscuits. Then she locked the door and her plan of running away seemed to be a success.

A few minutes later and the girl was already considering other options.