Fairies.
I remember unicorns and flying dogs and Hobbits and dancing tin men.
I remember aliens on flying bicycles, tiny green gurus, and David Bowie,
I remember Tinkerbell, dancing brooms, and psychedelic elephants.
I remember downtrodden princesses, knights in shining armor and evil stepmothers.
I remember Easter Bunnies, workshop elves, and teeth turned into silver dollars.
I remember sly foxes, cross-dressing wolves, and billy goats gruff.
I remember talking owls, roller skating bears, and crime fighting ninja turtles.
I remember sparkling lights, beautiful gowns, and ethereal singing.
I remember that flying is possible, transformation probable, and true love always winning.
I remember believing.
Photograph from the Lane Community College performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream April 2014
It is overwhelming. Growing up brings a loss of all these fantastic things and the joy of believing. I'm with you here. This is such a moving piece. Thanks wild thing ��
ReplyDeleteLove this, and I know what you mean. All the little memories.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful weaving of culture and tales, music and books. Your last line caught me up with emotion!
ReplyDeleteSuch a vibrant collage of memories. Lovely! :)
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