What do you think when someone reads you a fairy tale? Well it really depends on your age doesn't it. When you're at the tender age of, let's say, less than ten years old, you think fairy tales are marvellous, the most amazing thing you've ever seen. Oh my! How in the world did her hair become so long and capable enough to maintain a fully grown man's strength? My goodness! How does one kiss have the ability to wake up a person from eternal slumber or a toxic ingestion? No way! Can animals really talk, build houses or have the respiratory strength to blow those houses down? It sounds pretty stupid from an adult's point of view, however from a child's it's the most mind blowing thing you've ever heard, and your imagination vastly increases to thinking that the world is a really awesome place. I, like most adults (considering above at least age fourteen) used to think that fairy tales are a load of mumbo-jumbo, jibber jabber and hocus pocus. But what I've been trying to say here is to not think like that. You better believe in fairy tales…
…Otherwise your fairy godmother will make your life a living hell.
It all started last year, when I was sitting with my friends Kieran, Amy, Sandra, Josephine, Marie and Lois. The seven of us always sit in a small circle on the oval at lunch (we called it the 'dirt square'). And we were talking about our favourite fairy tales when we were younger. I kind of zoned out when Sandra started blabbing on and on about how she wished her prince charming would look like. I didn't realise that when I was in my land of Zone, they voted that the best ever fairy tale of all time was Snow White. When I finally came back to Earth, they asked me whether I liked Snow White.
"I honestly don't believe in fairy tales," I commented.
All of them gasped instantly.
"Don't say that!" Lois whispered, "Your fairy godmother will hear!"
"What makes you think I believe in fairy godmothers if I don't believe in fairy tales?"
Another instant gasp.
"SHHHH!" Kieran shushed, "You are going to regret this!"
"How?"
"Once, my fourth cousin said something like that, and my family has never heard from him since," Amy explained.
The lunch bell rung around the school, signalling that our lunch has ended.
"I still don't believe in fairy tales and godmothers."
My friends looked at me with concern and I swore I saw Marie make a quick sign of the cross.
Oh but I should've listened to them, and you should listen to me now, whoever is reading this. Fairy tales are real. Fairy godmothers are real. Don't ever say that they're not real, because fairy godmothers have magic… and the ability to change everything.