When I was younger, my hide out place was one of the most magical thing’s I remember owning- I had always felt like a royal queen sitting upon her thrown of Ivy that had grown over a stump of an old tree. My imagination would run wild, I used to talk to the old almond tree that had been smothered by the ivy believing that I had spotted little fairies with cheeky smile’s on their faces peeking out at me through the gaps. The place had an earth real beauty to it, it clouded you into believing that- even though you were only human that you were magical in your own sense. It was my haven, my sanctuary even if I did share it with the rest of the siblings. My dreams were filled with stories of Princesses living in a high castle with long golden hair that framed their perfect faces. I was my own Princess then, my days were filled with adventures that took me into every little crevice of the back and front yard. My fake sword would plunge deeply into the heated belly of the dragon, it’s fiery breath missing me by inches as I ducked it. My squire brother would smile and laugh as we played happily in the backyard pretending, dreaming of the world we had created in our minds. The magical way that children’s minds work will continue to astound me in every way possible until I find out how they do it, how I do did it. The point I wish to have made is clear as a night sky seen on a farm- somewhere in the outback where smog doesn’t taint the sky’s. And my point is, keep dreaming.
Natawee! · Sat Nov 25, 2006 @ 02:26pm · 0 Comments |