Watching my brother play with his cars, I can't help but wonder: when did the magic fade? Why was it that as I grew up, everything dimmed a little? Everything slowly became less joyful.
I also pause, because I never realised until now how easy it was to lose that magic. When I used to play the way he does now, I imagined worlds and elaborate scenarios. Nothing could put boundaries on where my imagination would take me. Now, I feel more and more like a caged animal and less and less capable of enjoying the simple little things.
Why did the magic have to fade?
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Condensed Thoughts of a Confused Teenager
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