This story is about the beauty of imagination, something that often dwindles as we age. I remember long summer days spent in imaginary worlds where we were princesses, orphans, puppies or pirates. Imagination is one of the most beautiful gifts children are blessed with, and too often it is stifled at too young of an age. I know I miss such a treasure! Heaven knows cleaning the house would be much more thrilling if I could convince myself I was Cinderella for the day!!!
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