Remember?

(Another one of my 'inspiring' posts...)

Do you remember those good old days? When we were princesses and fairies and damsels in distress, locked up in huge stone towers? When we dreamed of our very own Prince Charming after watching Cinderella one hundred and fifty times? When we imagined we had long, golden hair like Rapunzel? Fairy godmothers and evil stepmothers were real for us back then. We thought we would grow up to be princesses in our turn, dressing up in frilly pink dresses and plastic tiaras every Halloween. We dreamed of our very own unicorn, a snow-white horse with a glittering silver horn atop its head. We rode it into the sunset every night, then, at dawn, we returned it to its stable and fell asleep in our canopy bed in our great pearly-pink castle.

Years passed, and we had different dreams. We imagined about being a professional vet or a pop star or an artist, endlessly scribbling with our marker pens and singing into our plastic microphones ($2, TJMaxx) and performing 'surgeries' on our stuffed animals. We bought picture books and little magazines and creativity sets, slowly making our way into the real world and jobs available. We played Make-Believe with doll houses and little teddy bears, giving them names and personalities.

And now? Now we imagine about becoming an author or a photographer or anything else 'real', poring over other people's novels and pictures and works.

We know what we can do.

We know what's real.

And yet, we still remember.