I take one step forward and fall back into a trap, getting bitten by a snake. The stitches I am forced to unravel comfort me as I unlearn my distortions from adulthood. I’m knitting the main road right now, but might drift off to explore. I don’t know how to build ladders, I just focus on the path. I talk to the little girl in the mirror, our favorite color is lilac. I knit her a lilac road, and remind her that if anyone kicks her to take it as an incentive to jump for her dreams. I didn't end up needing any ladders, and I scared all the snakes away. It’s a game after all.

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Snakes and Ladders