I cannot remember how I became interested in observing Alice while staying with her family. Maybe, when I see her, standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself with appreciation of her beauty, it got me interested in sailing along with her in her world and see what she sees.
             Today is a beautiful Easter Sunday. The weather, down here in Eatonton, Georgia at this time of year is pleasant and fresh. Alice Walker, six years old, dressed up in a "green flocked, scalloped-hem, and T-strap patent leather shoes"(41) is ready to go to church. Looking at Alice, I see that she is standing in front of the only mirror in her parents' room, looking at her new dress made by her sister, Ruth. Alice is a beautiful, mischievous, and happy girl. She is adorable. Today she is exited for her new long Easter speech that she is supposed to make in church. I hear Alice is reciting the speech that she has learned for today, "Easter lilies pure and white blossom in the morning light" (41).
             Summer 1952, Alice is eight years old. I see her playing in the back yard with her brothers, Tom who is ten, and Mike who is twelve years old. Alice is dressed in her red cowboy hat, boots, checkered shirt, and pants. She pretends to be Indian with the bow and arrows. Mike and Tom are also dressed in their cowboy outfits in black and green. Both Tom and Mike have their "BB" guns. They shoot at each other running all around the yard. The back yard is not very big and there is a makeshift "garage"-pieces of tin nailed. I see Alice is standing on the top of the roof of the "garage", holding her bow and arrow and looking out toward the fields, searching for something. Alice is so confident that she will find whatever she is looking for in distance. I see Alice does not really care that she has just the bow and arrow, as long as she is playing with her older brothers, even if she is relegated to the
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