There's always been a point in one's childhood where one's asked their parents the nagging question:
"Are they real?"
The countless of stories, fairy tales, classics, books, "Once Upon A Time"s. Are they real? When receiving the unsatisfying answer (that being: "I'm sorry honey, but no...") some - most - choose to believe in princesses feeling peas and princes slaying mighty dragons, that magic really does exist and that sitting for days in a musty cupboard will result to meeting Mr. Tumnus. And I do. I want
(ed) to receive a letter on my 11th birthday inviting me to Hogwarts, I want to be able to become invisible like Violet and own a garden full of sweets and edible grass, I want to tumble down a rabbit's whole and eat a superb looking cake that makes me grow.
"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams"
"Everything in this room is eatable. In fact even I am eatable, but that is called cannibalism my dear children and is frowned upon in most civilizations" “So much time, and so little to do! Strike that, reverse it.”
“We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams”
“So much time, and so little to do! Strike that, reverse it.”“A little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men.”
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Which fantasy adventure would you like to take part in?
