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