Once upon time, there lived a little girl,

This little girl loved falling asleep to the sound of her mother reading fairy tales,

She put out cookies every Christmas eve and waited until he would come,

She waited all night, with the tooth under her pillow

She waited every second, every day, every year,

Until finally,

She grew up.

I used to be that little girl. The one who believed that there really is a Santa clause, the one that believed there were fairies in her backyard, and the one who believed she was going to become a princess one day. Sadly, I had to grow up and grow out of my fantasies. I wish every day of my life that I can go back, become that creative and spirited little girl that I was. The one who was never afraid to speak her mind and believed in things that everyone else thought were silly. I wish I could go back.

I blame myself for why I’ve changed; I blame myself for believing everyone who ever told me that I was wrong. That I was wrong in believing in such silly things, and that they never really existed and so I grew up believing what other people told me. I’m still thankful though, thankful that I still have some traces of my old self left. I’m the type of person who still won’t care what other people think. I still believe in things that some people think never exist and I’m proud of myself for that. I’ll continue on in believing because my mom once told me if you really believe in something, it is real no matter what anyone says.