When dreams and ambitions seemed so easily attainable. And being an adult was only ever a distant, erroneous thought of fiction. When my sense of fun was derived from a worn out, aged playhouse, concocting mysteriously delicious mud pies, and dressing up in pink frills and plastic pearls. My dreams knew no bounds and my imagination ran wild in every direction possible. Those were the days of innocent bliss, ballet dances around the living room in my tutu, and journeys in a pealing little red wagon through the frontiers of our back yard. Life sorrows consisted mainly of scratched knees or early bedtimes...ah, the days of simplicity and faith as only a child has. Children are such beautiful & amazing blessings. It is so strange sometimes to think that at one time I was one...
I am hoping so much that this movie will be good, and unblemished by Hollywood's wicked ways. If they ruin it...I'll just cry.
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