Do you remember that first instant when you realized that you were starting to grow up? I think it first hit me playing with my little sister in the 5th grade. It was like Cinderella’s carriage turning into the pumpkin. As a wizard in the woods my wand was simply a stick and my ally, the sorceress commanding the spirits and flying away on her broomstick, was just my kid sister on her bike with a cape. The clock had struck midnight and the magic was gone. It comes back every now and then, but unfortunately the clock seems to strike midnight earlier and earlier.
* Photo by Alex Brown