Once upon a time, there lived a girl with long hair and she lived in a tower. Everybody knew the story. Or did they?
My Name is Rapunzel
My tale has been told again and again, and I’ve heard each one. Except for my hair, I barely recognize the pitiful renditions. Muddled versions, crafted to entertain laughing children…but the children wouldn’t have laughed if they’d known the real story. It wasn’t their fault. They didn’t know the truth. Nobody did.
My name is Rapunzel and I will tell you my story. I will tell you the truth.