(Day Six)
They say, after a point, you reach that age when you stop believing in miracles. But what if you were the kind of kid who always knew the magician was cheating, in some way invisible to you, when he pulled doves and bouquets out of hats? You would preen your neck, peep under the table, and hope to catch him cheating...for you refused to be fooled. All your life you turned the world down because you refused to let them take you for a ride. And now here you are, hoping for a little bicycle to come by, so someone would take you for a ride; wishing you could feel the gentle breeze, enjoy the shallow talk, have popcorn, and then when they let you off, turn back and tell them with an earnest smile, "Thank you for the ride, dear!"
They say, after a point, you reach that age when you stop believing in miracles. But what if you were the kind of kid who always knew the magician was cheating, in some way invisible to you, when he pulled doves and bouquets out of hats? You would preen your neck, peep under the table, and hope to catch him cheating...for you refused to be fooled. All your life you turned the world down because you refused to let them take you for a ride. And now here you are, hoping for a little bicycle to come by, so someone would take you for a ride; wishing you could feel the gentle breeze, enjoy the shallow talk, have popcorn, and then when they let you off, turn back and tell them with an earnest smile, "Thank you for the ride, dear!"
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This is where I am right now!!
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