Watching 'Bridge to terabithia' actually set me thinking about the forgotten innocenceof childhood..The daring ability to dream and create, imagine everything possible seemed to have found its way out of my life...


Do you remember imagining your very own treetop houses? i do. i would fret over what to bring in, what animals i would rear, what ppl i would bring up to live with me. It was such a beautiful time of your life because fairytales and neverland occured to me so naturally... i read so much about gnomes and leprechauns, i swear i thought they were real! Irish tales and magical cartoons like peterpan were very much my life. i had my own tinkerbell, imagined my own giant pet dog.



i swear i thought santa was real coz my parents always placed a gift beneath my pillow on christmas morning.. and almost like rehearsed, i would exclaim excitedly 'MOMMY!!!! SANTA WAS HERE!!!!' but of coz, santa stopped visiting i moved from jurong east at the age of 7. i thought santa lost track of me.. that was the year when everyone stopped tolerating my childish nonsense..


i'm sure you imagined your own fairytales, and you always had to be the hero. Girls, the princesses, boys, the princes... my fairytale was suspiciously like the 'Neverending story' though.
Wonderful classic titles and antique christmas tales were lying around most of the time, so i pretty much lived in my own world.

my favourite princess was, and still is ,Snow White. And my crush was ALADDIN!!!!



Even at sec2, i still believed that dragons were very much existant, but just way before our era.. its silly.. because even my mom tricked me into believing that she was a fallen fairy who had to marry my father, the caveman who stole her clothes while she was bathing by the river!!! but those were the days..=)