I grew up surround by magic. Not the literal kind, like they use in Harry Potter; but the kind that only comes from reading a good story or hearing beautiful music. I may not live in neverland like I want, but I hold, nurture, care for, and love the spirit of the place. I never once did fly with Peter Pan, but I tried too mind you. I grew up listening to stories about Narnia and all the magical adventures that they had there. Of kings and queens and talking animals and lions that ruled the whole country; I always thought to myself; 'now wouldn't I give anything to go live in a place like that?' and truth be told, I probably would've already. Time though however, passes. We grow older and we mature into young adults, still clinging on to the belief that we are still children who are just turning six or seven. In reality, we are not. We grow out of Peter Pan and Narnia, we forget about the lost boys, about Aslan and the White Witch. We forget that Wendy forgot about her mother, we forget that four siblings became great kings and queens. We stop outwardly believing, oh somewhere deep inside I'm sure we still harbor some of our old habits, but most of them are gone, faded away with the rest of our childhood. Mine however, haven't. I still believe I can fly with Peter and Wendy, I believe that someday I'll be in Narnia, and I hear the stories of the great kings and queens. I still believe that someday, I'll see all those things and I'll be able to do everything I want, to achievemy dreams I believe is a phase used often, but instead of it just being a dream. It will be my REALITY.
-Birdy.
"To die, would be an awfully big adventure" -Peter Pan.
"You're sure to do impossible things, when you follow your heart." -Thumblenina
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