It was a warm spring day. The sun shown brightly, bathing in its rays the little garden with its awakening plant and animal worlds. A little boy ran along the garden path, stones and sticks weighing down his pockets, and his cap balancing on the tip of his ear, risking to fall any moment. The boy’s brown eyes sparkled with excitement as he rounded the corner of the house and caught sight of an old cherry tree all covered with blooming soft pink blossoms. Running excitedly back to his mother, he exclaimed,  

“Mama, come here! Look what I’ve found!” . . .

It was my son’s chatter and the image of these flowers, pure and beautiful, that sparked in me the idea of making little Alice.