The Most Magical Place on Earth.

Spoiler alert: This post has nothing to do with Mickey Mouse, kiddos.

Being born an introvert, I spent much of my childhood playing by myself. I would spend hours in my bedroom or backyard, imagining a world of mystery, mayhem, and magic. Playing with Barbies was actually creating life through a family, documenting the good, the bad, and the ugly that can occur in personal relationships. Tinkering with nails and wood out back wasn’t time wasted; I was slowly building my pirate ship that I would sail on across the seas, in search of love and gold. My imagination always played the role of my best friend.

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credit: bookporn.tumblr.com

Over this past weekend, my guy and I rented The Hobbit to watch. As one of his favorite childhood stories, it was a guaranteed afternoon of enjoyment. Little did I know how quickly this movie would pull me back into my childhood, swirling my mind with images of knights and damsels in distress. Dragons breathing fire and quests that travel across vast lands.

Within the opening credits, my mind began to slip back to yesteryear when I would spend hours in the evenings and summers, praying my brother would share the ultimate gift. On days we put our sibling battle swords down and attempted to enjoy the company of one another, he would run his finger along the spines of several books, hesitating when he found the perfect story.

Summers would slyly pass by with stories by Tolkien, adventures with Princess Buttercup and Wesley, and nights filled with dancing images from the most magical place on earth: inside a book.

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credit: bibliolectors.tumblr.com

In reality, the most magical place on earth is what we create. Whether that’s inspired by words, art, animals, sports… whatever makes one’s heart happy, add some inspiration and imagination and you’ve arrived promptly to your Magical Station Destination. Pretty catchy, eh?

My magical place is found within loose spines, yellowed paper, and the crinkling of bent corners on pages. It’s in the rush that spins recklessly in my chest upon reaching a used book store that has yet to be discovered. The magic is in the smell of the pages, allowing scent alone to whisk me down a memory lane filled with fairy tales and fables. It’s found in the imagined world of endless characters; characters who have changed me as a person, changed my mindset, made me grow.

The best part of the most magical place on earth? It’s always just one page turn away…

In the words of Los Lonely Boys, how far is heaven?!

In the words of Los Lonely Boys, how far is heaven?!

Where is your most magical place on earth?
Where/What fills your heart with happiness?

23 responses to “The Most Magical Place on Earth.

  1. hownottokillyourparents

    Oh, I am such a sucker for a book. I love children’s book and young adult fiction. When we were younger, Dad would take us to the antique markets and I’d buy old books. Books that smelled like must and laughter. Even now, I am a sucker. I have to be chaperoned in old book stores. I love them. They are my favorite places to shop. πŸ™‚

    • I have to say, thank God for Goodreads. I’ve become reunited with so many of the wonderful books I read as a child! Books have this amazing ability to travel us back in time when smells, ideas, and sounds were so crisp. I just adore books and reading… so glad you do too!

  2. Oh, how I love this post. Reading is, and always will be, one of my favorite activities. Few things make me happier than getting lost in a book. πŸ™‚

  3. Great post … I forgot about those feelings. Your post made me smile. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

  4. I love fairy tales and children’s books, but do most of us ever outgrow them? I think not! πŸ™‚

  5. Magical is any moment in my head that tells a story. It usually happens in the solitude but can also happen in the company of kindred spirits. Happiness is finding the time and the words to spill those stories out onto “paper” and, upon rereading, discover that I’ve written something I’d love to share with others. Writing for enjoyment is a way of holding onto those innocent lands of childhood imagination.

  6. “The most magical place is what we create”..truly beautiful..childhood beckons!…
    thoughts are magical..:)

  7. Have you ever imagined what it would be like to be illiterate? I simply can’t, because reading and books are a HUGE part of my life. I feel sorry for anyone who has no knowledge of the magic that is reading.

    • When I worked in mental health, I saw the good, the bad, the ugly, and the unmentionable. While working with kids, one of the biggest heartbreaks was finding out so many were illiterate. I worked hard to bring fear/anxiety down for these kids, and slowly opened up the world of tales for them. Reading accompanies self-esteem, especially in youth… and that’s a magic no one should take away!

  8. Absolutely love this post! πŸ™‚ I have always loved, and continue to love getting wrapped in a book — having no idea what is going on outside of the world that I am reading about.
    Kenley

  9. What a wonder-filled post!

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