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Have you ever wished the fantastic world of Narnia stretched out behind the door of your wardrobe, or if you don’t have a wardrobe, that a magical door would appear in your closet, or that you just need to run fast enough towards a wall on the platform to immerse yourself in another, magical land?
Dog-eared pages, paragraphs high-lighted with a yellow marker, notes, and comments scribbled on the side in a handwriting only I can decipher. Some of them I might never open again, others will be enjoyed by my friends who only get the good ones I want to share, the bad ones I keep for myself.
For years I thought we had magical dirt in our home; somehow it could only be seen by me. I never understood how it worked, but I assumed the dirt could decide when to show itself and for some odd reason, it decides to only do so when I was around.
I got the newest version of iPhones, the iHoudini. It’s a phone that they must have developed just for people my age (50+).
Years ago I would have picked the door to Camelot without any hesitation.
I heard about Arthur, the illegitimate son of Uther Pendragon, legendary British King, when I was just a child. The always remaining question, was he really existing or was his persona just made up, always fascinated me. But, I would have stepped through the door to Camelot, not because of King Arthur, Guinevere and Sir Lancelot, but because of Merlin, the greatest Wizard of all.