Fairytales...

When I was young, i was read a story every night, always a fairytale. Peter Pan was my favorite. The classic story of a Boy who never wanted to grow up. He ran away as a baby to a place called "Neverland" where you never aged. That was my biggest dream to fly to Neverland with Peter. Fighting off Pirates all day and dancing with the Indians all night. But then i would think to myself, "I would never know what it's like to be big" So i changed stories.

My favorite book later on was Alice in Wonderland, the story of a girl falling down a Rabbit hole, encasing herself in magnificent adventures throughout a place called Wonderland. She meets a horrid queen who chopped off heads, a cat who smiles wider than a clown, and a mad hatter who loved tea. It all sounded quite amazing when i was but a tot, but as i grew i thought to myself, "I would constantly be in danger...that doesn't sound good at all" So i changed stories

As i grew, my princess dreams grew with me. Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty. All had very unfortunate times in their lives, but it all didn't matter in the end. They got the Prince and lived happily ever after. That was and still is my biggest dream, but without the unfortunate times. I mean getting the handsome Prince and living in a lavish castle with everything you could possibly dream of. It all seems pretty outstanding. But then i think to myself, "what if i don't become the queen of a kingdom? What if i don't get the prince?" I realize that it's a fairytale, not reality.

In reality, lots of people don't live in castles, lots of people don't marry the most handsome prince in the world. Thats reality, and sometimes...Reality ins't so bad. Sometimes a persons reality can be just like a fairytale. Every person has a different imagination, some larger than others...