The Magic of a Waterfall {To Adventure #1}


As a child, I believed in the wildest stories. I believed in fairies and elves and in all manner of magical creatures. I read book after book, and the world was filled with so many stories yet to be told. All of those creatures I believed in, all of those fairytales only felt more real when I visited the place my grandparents lived. The garden swing that could've been swung on by so many boys & girls before me, the climbable trees and the wildlife that visited in the dark of night. The foxes I was convinced were having a domestic and the waterfall where the fairies existed.

The Magic of a Waterfall {To Adventure #1} - Young boy wearing Maxomorra seal print t-shirt and denim dungarees playing in a magical garden and wading in a stream and waterfall fishing amongst the plant life and swinging on the bridge The Magic of a Waterfall {To Adventure #1} - Young boy wearing Maxomorra seal print t-shirt and denim dungarees playing in a magical garden and wading in a stream and waterfall fishing amongst the plant life and swinging on the bridge The Magic of a Waterfall {To Adventure #1} - Young boy wearing Maxomorra seal print t-shirt and denim dungarees playing in a magical garden and wading in a stream and waterfall fishing amongst the plant life and swinging on the bridge

As a child, that garden, that stream, the bridge, the waterfall; they were so ginormous. There was no end of secret hiding places. Even the sun shining through the diamonds in the window produced an explosion of rainbow fairies all around me, only visible by the light on the walls & floors. I truly believed they were something pure & good.

Then I grew up and I heard stories of little girls singing over the waterfall each night, of footsteps where no one would walk and of perfect teeny pyramids of sand left in the corners of rooms. And I wondered of fairies or of ghosts.

Though I remember the stories fondly, some true, some not, I miss the ignorance of my childhood; the bliss of belief and I see it in their eyes now.

The Magic of a Waterfall {To Adventure #1} - Young boy wearing Maxomorra seal print t-shirt and denim dungarees playing in a magical garden and wading in a stream and waterfall fishing amongst the plant life and swinging on the bridge

Archie doesn't have the fear like I did; the fear of the unknown, of sharp rocks and plant life hitting my feet. He wades into the stream without a care in the world. He climbs the rocks of the waterfall and sits on the bridge, racing and wading for fishes with his net, and I know he feels the same magic that I did as a child; of stories and secrets untold.

And I hope he keeps that feeling for as long as possible; the ignorance of not knowing what's really going on outside this magical place — the wars, the violence and devastation our world continues to see more of with each passing day.

I hope the magic never fades for him. I hope he believes in fairies and angels and that one day he might fly, because there's plenty of time ahead for the real, I just want him to always have the make-believe.


I'd love for you to link up your own everyday adventures with us; they can be anything from an exciting day out to just a normal lazy day at home that had something ordinarily magical about it. There are no rules, but it'd be lovely if you could comment on this post and if we could all share the love on a few of each other's posts to give everyone a boost; feel free to add the badge if you like too.






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