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"I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!"

Essay By: Threwen Greenleaf
Young adult


This is an essay about how I must believe in the power of magic, or miracles if you will, in order to continue living in this harsh reality we call life.


Submitted:Oct 8, 2008    Reads: 405    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


"I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!"
As a little girl, I remember watching the scene from Disney's Peter Pan where Tinker Bell's fairy dust makes Wendy and her brothers fly. I remember thinking "Wow! Will Peter come to my window and take me to Never Land, too?" I remember the magic and how I utterly believed it. My young mind was totally enthralled.
Now, at the ripe old age of sixteen I know that the story was made up by a person I have never met, and never will. None of it is true. Fairies aren't real. There is no such thing as mermaids or pirates. It's fantasy. The magic of Peter Pan's Never Land, and all of the other magical stories of my childhood - Cinderella, Jack and the Bean Stock, Beauty and the Beast, and the most devastating: the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus - are magical no more. Yet, despite my crushing realization that it was all just make believe, one line from Peter Pan seems stuck in my mind, a sparkling piece of fairy dust wedged in a crack somewhere:
"I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!"
At the beginning of the story we, as the audience, are informed that each and every time a person says they "don't believe in fairies," one dies. The opposite of this is then used at the end of the story when Tinker Bell drinks poison and almost dies. Peter, Wendy, all the lost boys, all the children of London, and even Wendy's father say they "do believe in fairies," to counteract the poison. In the end, Tinker Bell is saved by the magic that had been the undoing of so many others.
To me, this belief in fairies represented hope and miracles because Tinker Bell is miraculously saved by only the power of belief. That good can come from bad and so I too believe in fairies. I believe that sometime soon my life will work out for the better, that things won't seem so bad.
You see, this past summer something terrible happened and now my parents are getting divorced. Everything I knew before this horrible situation began has flipped upside down and inside out. I don't seem to know which way is forward anymore. And so--
"I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!"
This sparkle of hope has been my personal mantra though out the ordeal, my way to see light in this black hole of a situation. It allows me to believe things will be ok. Without it, I think that perhaps I might go insane. With it, I am able to see a silver lining -getting to see my dad more, knowing there will be a set calendar, no more "well, we might be going out tonight, I'm really not sure" days and the possibility that we might get a pet.
Yes. The situation sucks. I have lost a lot of freedoms and privileges that I used to take for granted but:
"I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!"




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