I went to Disney On Ice today... and it was spectacular. The costumes, the ice skating, the dancing, the props, the lighting... just about everything (oh, excluding the seats for they were uncomfortable). For that 2 hours, I was a kid again munching on pizza and sipping on root beer, singing along, rather off key to well loved Disney tunes and watching transfixed at the ice where the skaters pranced and danced so magically and I sat there high up in the RM62 row slightly off centre and wished that I was a kid again and that after the show I could retain some of the magic.
For magic is rare in my life now. Everything seems grownup and real. Deadlines, meetings, betrayal, jealousy, hurt... sigh...
I wished then fervently before I left the place and now as I type that some form of magic, some sort of fairy dust will make me believe in the simple things that life offered me before and to have that same faith and childish awe that i had as a child.
May you all have magic in your life...
Perhaps it is true... all you have to do is believe sure, alittle bit of pixie dust helps too.
2 comments:
I know what you mean angel, i find myself pondering the same things day after day........i regret not making the most of the events in my past. I really sure could use some of that fabled pixie dust =)
Spread some over here girl =P
Dear Adam, If I have some left over pixie dust, its yours. Pixie dust is scarce these days =)
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