Watching disney movies all the time. Making up fantasy stories and imagine them to be real. Playing in your castle on a cloud. Sitting at the edge of your window waiting for Peter Pan to take you to Neverland where you never grow old. Believing in faith, thrust and pixie dust!
In summer days, all you did was following a white rabbit, falling into it's a rabbit hole and discovered this world of your own. When we grow up we forget what is possible. We only think realistic and stop believing in fairies. Technical human beings. Where did all the magic go? I though Narnia was hidden in my closet, but when I turned 18 it disappeared! I believe everything is possible as long as you have: FAITH, THRUST and PIXIE DUST! So perhaps one day I know how to fly.