When I was 5, I believed that if I thought about something that made me happy I would fly. After failing numerous times I came to the conclusion that I just had to find Tinkerbell, and then I would be able to.
Our backyard became my battlefield. This is the place where I transformed into Michelangelo; the orange teenage mutant ninja turtle. Armed with my right hook and a yoyo, nothing could stop me…except myself that is. One black eye and several tears later I collected myself and once again resumed my yoyo and without delay transformed back into a turtle to overtake Shredder; also known as my sister Carrie.
Without a doubt, the best memories of my childhood were Christmas ones. Every year I would ask Santa if it would be ok if I got a ride in his sleigh, but he would write back saying he was too busy, but thanks for the cookies. It was not until I was in 3rd grade that I realized Santa and my Mom had the same hand writing.
Looking back now life seemed to be both easier and less stressful than it is today. But then again, after recalling the long nights of wondering if the vampire in my closet really existed or not, maybe it is easier now knowing that it does not.
I believe a child’s greatest gift is the imagination. Dreaming and playing are everyday essentials for every young boy and girl, and they should not be deprived of that in any way.
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