I wish

When I was small .
I'd read Enid Blyton and dream that one day I'd go to the mountains in a caravan .
Fly into te skies .
Chase smugglers .
Explore castles and dungeons.
Make secret night trips .
Have a larder filled apple tarts , pinapple cakes and appricot pies .
Have a dog I'd keep in my cycle carriage .
Have mysteries to solve .

Go down to the stream and bathe .
Take a boat to an island .
Take a trip in an air balloon .
Whistle .
Work in a circus .
Ride on a lion .
Play with tigers .
Talk to the trees .
Meet elves and tooth fairies .
Eat lots of cotton candy and ice creams .
Climb big mountains and swim across the sea .
Find treasure and gold coins .
Play in the night wit the moon and stars .

Why do we grow out of such dreams ........