A Little Girls Desire

When I was a little girl about ten years old in the fifth grade, we studied the great world explorations.  I remember reading about the Portuguese explorer Bartolomeu Diaz who sailed around the southernmost tip of South Africa and called it the Cape of Good Hope. There was something about the Cape of Good Hope that sounded so exotic and exciting to my 10-year-old self I wanted to go there.  It was my dream place for at least that year when I was in fifth grade. ...