Magic

One of the biggest assets to childhood is magic, believing everything is possible, in Santa, the Easter bunny, fairies, witches, ghosts (though still when there’s an odd sound in the middle of the night I hide under my covers) there is a mythical believe that goes away as they grow but while they still got it, it’s wonderful to see how everything can be fixed with a kiss, a hug or fairy dust.

To them we’re magical, we know everything and we whip butterflies out of nothing and nowhere, every time they gasp or utter “Wow” I know it happened, I know they just had a magical moment.

I’ve heard many times magic is as powerful as the belief behind them, if that is true then magic must be real because there is nothing more powerful than a child believing.