Does Never Never Land really exist?
Okay. Seriously… what the hell kinda question is that?!
OF COURSE IT BLEEDIN’ DOES!!!
Seriously, what am I going to tell my kids (yikes, still getting used to saying that), if I can’t tell them that an amazing place like Never Never Land is real?
When I was a child, I TOTALLY believed in Santa. And Faeries. And ghosts. And the boogie man. And whatever else out there that I know have to take with a pinch of salt, because I’m ‘grown up’ and ‘mature’ and ‘sensible.’ But even now I am perfectly happy and in full agreement with the fact that I don’t know everything and that there are plenty of things I can’t explain.
So… Never Never Land. For my kids, when they arrive…? Yes. It exists. They can go if they want, so long as they’re back in time for dinner and they don’t get too dirty.
For me? Yes. It exists.
But not in the literal sense. Never Never Land (Michael Jackson’s old pad notwithstanding) is representative of that magical hideaway we all had when we were younger. Or that quiet, peaceful and safe place that us grown ups occasionally have to retreat to just to have a break from the harsh realities of the real world. Its your favourite tree in the park. The front seat of your car. The study surrounded by a sea of your favourite books. Its in front of the television. Its in your mind when you disappear into an incredible book.
Never Never Land has many guises, but at the end of the day, each of us has a way to get there and will remain sane only so long as remember that. Me… I’m in my Never Never Land right now. That may well change when the peanuts stop being peanuts and become twin babies, but I have a map and a path to that place where all my troubles fade away, the real world recedes and, frankly put, being a grown up can be put aside for a bit.
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