Do you ever have those days where you almost wish you could be like Alice and fall down the rabbit hole? Eat crazy mushrooms, have weird conversations with a smiling cat, go to tea parties and play croquet with a queen. Or maybe you'd like to fall into the underworlds? Dress like a vampire and live in a dark and creepy mansion in the hills. Or are you the princess type? Wanting a turret and an unfortunate situation which ultimately leads you to Prince Charming.
I'm having one of those days. Where I am craving a little magic and craziness. Something outside of the office, away from the laundry, a place where what I am is different and special. You know what I'm saying?
When I was a kid my favorite thing to play was to go outside and build a fort and just go far, far away. Sometimes I lived in a teepee (Grandma's sheets thrown around a tree), I was like the kids in that book series "The Boxcar Children"-living in a giant box in the woods, eating pine cones and hunting. Once in awhile I was a lonely princess playing dress up with my aunt's nice things.
I miss that magic. That escape. The realness you could create out of nothing. What happens to that creativity and imagination? Why does it seem to fade more and more with every year that passes? I'm in definite need of a triip to Wonderland...but it's not on the map and no one knows how to get there.
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