When we were five we knew everything was possible. We listened to stories about heroes who overcame the bad guys, pixie dust and Queens of Hearts. We dreamed about Wicked Witches, other worlds and individuals who saved the day.
When we were ten, the monsters under our beds disappeared and came back dressed as people. Villains vanished but brought bullies instead.
Once upon a time we all grew up and decided that life needed to be taken seriously. Magic melted away and worries came.
What if we just remember what life was like when we were young.
What if everything will be alright in the end?
We just believe in magic.