Believing in Magic
Something I wish I could go experience again is to believing in magic.
For example, believing in Santa. Just like a lot of kids "Santa" would visit my house every Christmas. On Christmas Eve my brother and I would leave out milk (or beer, it depended on how my parents felt) and cookies (we had decorated earlier for Santa) and carrots for the eight Reindeer. I remember not being able to fall asleep because I was so excited to Santa to come. When my brother and I went downstairs in the morning our presents from Santa would be by the fire place. To add to the magic my parents would set them all up. For example, my brother asked for a Playmobile castle one year. When we can downstairs the castle was already built with the figures set up around it. "Santa" still visits every year but my brother and I no longer believe in him. While it is still special to wake up on Christmas morning and see all the presents from "Santa" around the fire place the magic has lost its effect. I wish I could go back to the excitement of waking up Christmas morning and seeing all the presents Santa brought us.
Another example is Fairies. I was obsessed with them when I was younger. I has tons of fairy wings that I would get as gifts and wear around the house. My friends and I would pretend play to be fairies for hours. I lived in in Ann-Arbor Michigan until I was four and moved to Urbana. In Ann-Arbor there were tons of fairy doors hidden all around the city. These were doors on the side of buildings, libraries, and cafes. They were made to look like mini versions of the real door they were next to. One of my favorite fairy doors was a bright red one that was the exact replica of the human sized door right next to it. I loved pretending I was walking through the fairy door when I walked through the human door. I became so obsessed with the fairy doors that once when we visited Ann Arbor (after we moved) I left little notes at all the doors asking one to come to my house in Urbana. A few weeks after came I back to Urbana a bright pink door appeared at the bottom of our stairs. I was so excited, fairy's had come to live with us! My parents would put presents by the fairy door for my birthday and tell me that the fairy's had given these grifts to me.
As I got older I stopped believing in magic because it stopped adding up and I realized it was all fake. While I'm glad I still don't believe in things like Santa and fairies life was so much more exciting when I did believe.
Below: A bad picture of the fairy door but it's the only one I could find.
For example, believing in Santa. Just like a lot of kids "Santa" would visit my house every Christmas. On Christmas Eve my brother and I would leave out milk (or beer, it depended on how my parents felt) and cookies (we had decorated earlier for Santa) and carrots for the eight Reindeer. I remember not being able to fall asleep because I was so excited to Santa to come. When my brother and I went downstairs in the morning our presents from Santa would be by the fire place. To add to the magic my parents would set them all up. For example, my brother asked for a Playmobile castle one year. When we can downstairs the castle was already built with the figures set up around it. "Santa" still visits every year but my brother and I no longer believe in him. While it is still special to wake up on Christmas morning and see all the presents from "Santa" around the fire place the magic has lost its effect. I wish I could go back to the excitement of waking up Christmas morning and seeing all the presents Santa brought us.
Another example is Fairies. I was obsessed with them when I was younger. I has tons of fairy wings that I would get as gifts and wear around the house. My friends and I would pretend play to be fairies for hours. I lived in in Ann-Arbor Michigan until I was four and moved to Urbana. In Ann-Arbor there were tons of fairy doors hidden all around the city. These were doors on the side of buildings, libraries, and cafes. They were made to look like mini versions of the real door they were next to. One of my favorite fairy doors was a bright red one that was the exact replica of the human sized door right next to it. I loved pretending I was walking through the fairy door when I walked through the human door. I became so obsessed with the fairy doors that once when we visited Ann Arbor (after we moved) I left little notes at all the doors asking one to come to my house in Urbana. A few weeks after came I back to Urbana a bright pink door appeared at the bottom of our stairs. I was so excited, fairy's had come to live with us! My parents would put presents by the fairy door for my birthday and tell me that the fairy's had given these grifts to me.
As I got older I stopped believing in magic because it stopped adding up and I realized it was all fake. While I'm glad I still don't believe in things like Santa and fairies life was so much more exciting when I did believe.
Below: A bad picture of the fairy door but it's the only one I could find.
This post was so cute I loved it. I too wished I still believed in magic. When I first read this prompt, I hadn't thought about how much I would still like to believe in magic. When I learned Santa wasn't real or that fairies didn't exist; it was something that I couldn't go back and change, so I wish it lasted longer.
ReplyDeleteThis is a really nice post. My parents tried to convince me about things like Santa and the tooth fairy, but my brother told me they were fake when I was really little, so I don't really have any memories of believing in magic. After reading this post, I wish that I had had the experience of believing in magic. However, according to the show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, friendship is magic so as long as you have friends you're technically believing in magic.
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