Written for https://crispinakemp.com/2022/05/18/crimsons-creative-challenge-184/

A tiny bridge across the stream, where the fairies fished on lazy summer days. The sun smiled against the water and the breeze pushed their dreams forward into children’s dreams.
They could be anything they wanted to be.
”Happy hopes,’ Felicia Fairy whispered,, as she hooked up a dream, weaving it into fine thread of thoughts.
She had watched this child grow – understood the need to be better than her real life. Tonight she could fly, or swim, or climb mountains.
One dream, one step at a time, she would finally be happy.
Remember the words, “Let’s Pretend!” playing with neighborhood kids.
With all the gadgets and games today, I wonder if kids know how to pretend anymore. 😦
Maybe afraid to cross the bridge to pretend land?
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We grew up where outside was fun. I remember laying in a dip in my back garden and pretending it was a boat and I was sailing on a river. I think children, and adults rely on technology for their entertainment.
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I grew up in small town where kids could roam til noon, eat lunch and return for supper. Bicycle, skates and a jump rope.
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Beautiful take Diana
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Ah, my toes curl in delight. This is so beautiful 🙂🙂🙂🙂
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