One cold and windy morning, you will wake to find (if you havent already) that you grew up in a makebelieve world. And, just like in all games of makebelieve, things tend to change on you.The rules turn and run for the hills the second you turn your back, they dive for the cracks in the floorboards and slither beyond your grasp. You lie on the floor ripping and scratching and pounding frantically trying to wrap ypur hands around the things you know. You scrabble till your fingers bleed and split. Then, at the height of your efforts to hold onto those well recognised, but hardly well understood concepts, you will sit up and think to yourself, "I never WANTED them before they were gone. I never liked them anyway, so whats all the fuss? The giants have turned to dwarves, the ogres become gnomes. The poisoned apple turned out to be as tasty as i always knew it would...so what do I care?"
Well, dear, thats how she raised you.
