this is the place where. .
i laid in this bed to. .
look out this window. .
while wearing this fuzzy robe. .
to wear while washing here. .
and drinking this magical water.
You all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. Told to act our age. . And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they'd allowed to wither in themselves. A Boy's Life, Robert R. McCammon