I want to live in the time of King Arthur. I’m not even sure why exactly. Though I fancy wearing long beautiful dresses and having men lay their cloaks over puddles for me to walk over. Also the idea of seeing knights ridding around on horseback doesn’t repulse me either. I always think of this time as hopelessly romantic and simple. No cars or anything like that, having all your family and friends around you, or at least only a horse ride away. I would love to look out of my window and see nothing but endless woods and hills and some little country cottages, not factories and roads and millions of people. I would love to walk down the street and be able to talk to everyone, know everyone. I am lucky if the people on the street smile back at me, they all seem to be in a rush and in their own personal little bubble!
I know it wasn’t as perfect as I am making out; of course the health care was ridicules, and personal hygiene? Well, who even knew what that meant! And as much as I hate to admit it I bet the men didn’t lay down their cloaks for the women then either, (I asked my Boyfriend to do it once and he laughed) I don’t care if I am wrong, I want to live in my ideal Camelot, with my own personal King Arthur to protect me from those pesky puddles.
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