Growing into Childhood
To outgrow childhood you need to ‘grow up’ and I think some find this easier than others. Whilst I didn’t particularly enjoy the process I don’t believe I resisted it either. However, what I did lose along the way was the ability to fantasize.
Married at nineteen, a mother by the time I was twenty, living, bizarrely enough in a flat just outside London, left very little time for make believe.
Hard core reality proved all consuming for the largest part of twenty years. Many ‘real’ adventures later, however, the Fairies returned.
Now before you all go calling for the psychiatrists, I would just like to add that I don’t really believe in fairies, or Santa, or the tooth fairy. What I mean to say is that I reached a point in my life where I could afford to allow my mind to indulge in fantasy.
This time was not planned or arranged.
I didn’t wake up one morning and decide that now was a good time to find my imagination. What I did do, however, for the first time, was to spend a day with my husband in York and somehow in those twenty four hours I found magic again.
My mind opened and like a sponge absorbed everything it saw.
In those twenty four hours I felt like that little girl with her magic tree and although it took many more trips to York and the Scottish Highlands before I found the confidence to share my imagination, it was without doubt that first trip to York that made the writing of ‘When Fate Dictates’ possible.