Well, since I was a small child, I have been an avid believer of magic and also a relentless advocate of staying childish, and never getting "too big for your britches" (so-to-speak). Adulthood is all fine and good, but I always preach smelling the roses, and never letting life get you down to the point you lose touch with your own inner child, and "Magic".
So when we were little kids, my nieces (Stacey and Kristie, they were the first before anyone else), we were all close in age... We would go into the back yard with spoons out of the Kitchen drawer. Then, much to my Mother's dismay, we would dig... and dig... and dig.
What were we digging for?? A Magic Wand.
I always told Stacey and Kristie, "Keep digging! We're going to find this magic wand, and then we will be able to have anything we want, and we will be able to make everything perfect."
And so we dug, and dug. We never dug up an actual magic wand, but I am certain that the magic within our child-hearts stirred up quite a wonderful spell... I still catch glimmers of it sometimes, when the spring breeze blows through, or a 'butterfly passer-by' happens, per chance, to fly by and whisper sweet nothings into my ear.
So, I heard about this website on the radio the other day, it's called SMITH Magazine (Everyone Has A Story). They're putting together books of people's Memoirs. But get this, they're all "6 Word Memoirs". I decided to join in the fun... Here's mine... just that same little girl, still looking for the magic... Who are you?
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"Still Searching For That Magic Wand" it says... And I am.
So tonight, when I get home, I will post more of my Teenage Journal Entries... Don't worry, they get even better... so if you haven't enjoyed reading yet, hopefully you will like some of the upcoming ones. So come back later for that... Happy Monday!