I Believe in Fairy Tales
I was a dreamer in childhood and becoming an adult did little to change me. Whenever my husband and I get into any serious discussion it always ends with his statement that “I live in a fairy tale world.”It wasn’t until I was put to the test of writing this story that I realized he was right. I do believe in fairy tales.
As a child growing up I was exposed to the stories of Red Riding Hood, Jack and the Beanstalk, and The Three Bears, just to mention a few. I memorized every Mother Goose rhyme that my parents read to me. The stories of Snow White, Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty filled my head and also my heart. These stories only spurred my imagination and having a Scotch-Irish father who could spin a good yarn added fuel to the flame. At the sweet age of five I had imaginary friends, but with one exception, they were giants. They towered above the trees and sometimes they would place me in their hands and lift me high above the ground where I could view the world around me.
Alladdin had his magic carpet and I had my magic rug. I would sit in the middle of this rug and with the command of my voice it would fly me anywhere I wanted to go.I also had a small teapot that I would grip tightly in my hands and rub waiting for the genie to appear. I was never disappointed…..He always did.
As I grew older my interest in fairy tales were over shadowed by the reality of life until I met and married my Prince Charming. He rode into my life in a 1966 Pontiac instead of a white stallion, but it had the same affect. We have four children and they grew up on similar stories that I listened to. I never heard them talking to giants or witnessed them trying to fly on my kitchen rugs,but they did fight their share of pirates and ninja’s.
Now that I’m older Peter Pan is still my favorite movie. I look at my husband and I still see Prince Charming, even when we have our “serious discussions.” When I walk outside on a warm summer night or a freezing winter morning before dawn; I stop whatever I’m doing and look up at the dark sky. My eyes lock onto the first star that I see and at the young age of fifty-two I mutter these words into the air, “Star light,star bright the firt star I see tonight.”
I do believe in fairy tales…………