I learned how to read since I was three years old. Almost half of my childhood, I spend all day with my books and at the age of five, I started making short fictitious chronicles.
Honestly, I only play with my toys if my cousins were visiting my family. Dolls and teddy bears doesn't make any sense to me at all though I've got more than 50 of them but if I'm with my books, it brings me to another world.
One of my favourite stories is about Peter Pan, I also watch it sometimes on DVD.
Every night before I go to sleep, I secretly put on a flashlight under my blanket and started to put my eyes on the adventures of Peter Pan until I close my eyes and begin with a dream.
If I wake up at around three o'clock in the morning especially during weekends, the first thing that I'm going to do after I splash some water unto my face is to get my book and began to read in the kitchen or even in the comfort room eventhough mosquitoes were biting my long legs under the table.
As I grow up, I've been spinning fairytales. When I go to the mall, I usually buy fairy- designed things like clothes and stuff like that.
Some people say that these little- winged humans are just an imagination but I know that if you just close your eyes in a garden full of colorful, sweet-smelling flowers in various sizes, I'm 100 % sure that you will hear their soft giggles as their wings flutter.
In my almost thirteen years of living on this planet, how I wish I have a pixie dust -keeper like Tinkerbell. Peter Pan is so lucky to have her.
Peter lives in Neverland along with some fairies. It is located at the sky, second star to the north.
Neverland is a place where you could not experience getting old but the saddest part is that you will forget everything you have on Earth.
When a baby laugh for the first time, a little-winged human is born and each of them has a very special talent.
Trees are already few on the forests. Earthquakes, typhoon and tsunamis happen, do you know why? because some people don't believe in fays.
In the movie, Peter once said," Fairies die if you don't believe in them". By the time I heard that statement, it's like my heart is being pulled out in my chest.
Maybe someday, we will repent if they all disappear like a popped bubble.
Let's all close our eyes and scream in the top of our lungs, "I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!". I am possitively and completely sure that there is such a thing called fairies and if they listen, perhaps an unexpected miracle would occur.
