One of the best compliments I have ever received was from a nine or ten year old girl. About seven years ago I attended the first birthday party of the daughter of a friend. Even though I didn’t know many people there it was fun. I met people. One such person was the aforementioned little girl. I spent a few minutes talking to her and then turned my attention to something else. As I turned away she whispered to my friend, “She’s so pretty. She looks like Alice in Wonderland.” If I recall correctly the compliment was relayed to me later. I was so excited. Not because she thought I was pretty, but because I thought it was pretty amazing that this little girl (of color) could somehow see Alice in me. And maybe in turn in herself. I do enjoy that story, but I’ve never thought of myself as an Alice, nor have I aspired to be like her. I am pretty curious. I have a vivid imagination at times. I don’t know what that little lady saw in me that reminded her of this particular character, but I find it encouraging that in this world full of images of blond Alices, she found some semblance anyway and didn’t think it was too crazy a thought to voice.