My very own Enchanted Woods

I loved reading books as a kid. The more magical they were the better! They had the power totransport me into a world that was all good, one where families were perfect and friends hadyour back, one where the line between right and wrong wasn't dimmed with the elusive"grey area", one where magic existed, magicians roamed freely and differences accepted andembraced even.Yes I loved reading those books. Cheesy? Maybe. Inspiring? Most definitely.My most favourite in that genre was The Enchanted Woods series by Enid Blyton. Oh, was theseries magical! I remember going into the library at school week after week seeking thesame one out. I would shut the world out, didn't matter where I was seated, could be thecold floor even but time would just breeze past - almost magically! I loved everything aboutthem! The fact that it was "The Enchanted Woods" of course but the characters! Oh my ! Iloved how diverse they were, yet loyalty was a common, most strong bond. I loved how eachof them had their own talents and together they were a force to reckon with! I absolutelyLOVED how quirky each of them was and how no one ever tried changing that about eachother. The quirkiness was embraced, respected, encouraged even.This wasn't just a dreamland of sorts for a then 10-11 year old, it was my projection of what Iwould love for my life to shape up to be! The thrill of moving to a new place, the fantasy of havingcrazy friends and the adventures that we embarked on together! Sounded perfect. My veryown Enchanted Woods! The dream!Then I grew up. And so did my dream. I now wanted stability not adventure, I wantedsecurity not the unknown, I wanted similar friends? Who had the time to try and adjustright? I had it all sorted and planned. The perfect life! What I didn't know was that youinspire the universe conspires!I moved to a new country - one I never wanted to live in ever! And one where other than myimmediate family I knew no one. I was miserable. Where was all the security? The stability?The comfort of the "known"? Why was this happening to me? It was everything I didn'twant! Life is so unfair! Sigh!And then - BAM! It happened! I bumped into someone who asked mesomething so stupid that I swore never to keep in touch with them.But she stayed! Refused to leave! Handed me food, looked out for my kid andplanned coffee dates. I started looking forward to seeing her more often, to exchangingstories, to make more plans! I met more strangers who did something strange to me - theymade me believe! In my fairy tale! In the dream I had nurtured as a kid! In the richness ofhaving diverse friends! In the adventures we would embarked on together! It was happeningto me - in a strange land with strange people, each of them charmingly quirky, each ofthem so different that you couldn’t help but enjoy the differences.I saw the Moon-Face Man, Silky the Fairy, Saucepan Man, The Angry Pixie, MisterWatsizname, Dame Washalot all come to life! Yes! It was all happening - TO ME!I don't read those books now. I don't need to! I treasure them yes, but I now have my ownWoods. Enchanted, Magical, Perfect.