I believe that there will be many things that happen to me in my life that I will not be able to explain. Some of those might be magic. I'm not sure.
The inclination to believe in the fantastic may strike some as a failure in logic, or gullibility, but it’s really a gift. A world that might have Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster is clearly superior to one that definitely does not.
As much as I'd like to meet the tooth fairy on an evening walk, I don't really believe it can happen.
Though I’ve grown old, the bell still rings for me as it does for all who truly believe.