My Evie has taken to doing slight of hand magic tricks. He is not so slight of hand but he is thoroughly amused by the idea of illusion and making things disappear. He knows that he is not doing actual magic but rather trickery. It is delightful to watch. Silly. He is silly. He hides coins up his sleeve or makes a coin invisible. I am not supposed to notice that the coins obviously falls to the ground and clangs on the tile floor. It usually sets us off to laughing.
When I was 8 years old, did I believe in magic? Wouldn’t it be wonderful if there was real magic, fanciful and wonderous magic. Imagine if we had magic dust that could make us fly or an invisbility cloak or transfigured cars or houses that folded into suitcases. Just the tiniest bit of the unreal would be cool.
This world is too concrete. It is too logical. I wish for fairies and pixies. I want a magic wand that would create from nothing my instant desires. A true whimsical wish granter. A magical remote fetcher…get me socks, find my glasses, bring me the paper, find the TV remote. Would magic make me greedy? Reckless and devilish? Maybe for a time….I must admit. Magic, if it existed, would make for uber pranks.
Where is my fairy godmother when I need her?