As a child my fantasies took me far away to places that were much more pleasant than my sordid reality. I would daydream about beautiful meadows filled with rainbows and fairies, where children were safe to frolic and play. I would journey to the stars and explore other planets, meet the man in the moon and slide around the rings of Saturn. There were always castles and caves made of crystal, unicorns with rainbow-colored horns and little people who would hide under teacups and come out to play after sunset.
As an adult I moved far away from that magical mind and became somewhat of a “realist.” Thus my love of reading and writing non-fiction and my journey into the world of true-to-life documentary work. But lately, the imaginary mind of that child buried deep inside has been begging to come out and play. She hit the jackpot when I began to embrace the abilities of my iPhone.
I remember believing in leprechauns. Maybe it was the Lucky Charms cereal commercials that pulled me in or the whimsical stories my Irish grandmother used to tell me from a wee age. Whatever the cause, I remember crawling on my belly in the grass every St. Patrick’s Day in search of the elusive four-leaf clover and running through the fields on a chase for the end of the rainbow and that shiny pot of gold.
I was certain the leprechauns bunked down in little houses under rainbows not too far from where I lived and that one day I would finally stumble across the little buggers.
No luck in catching them yet, however I have not given up hope… Now on to more important things like Mary Poppins and Neverland.