"The Secret Garden was what Mary called it when she was thinking of it. She liked the name, and she liked still more the feeling that when its beautiful old walls shut her in no one knew where she was. It seemed almost like being shut out of the world in some fairy place."I am re-reading The Secret Garden, one of my favourite childhood stories. It reminded me of how fun it was to be a child; talking to the birds, kissing the flowers, running around barefoot, sharing a secret. Let's not forget the very idea of magic; it was with magic Mary came across the long buried key and hidden door and found the secret garden.
Why should we ever stop believing in a bit of magic?
Magical pictures from here.