"Thanks for saving me," I whisper.
"Anytime," he whispers in return.
When I was young I loved the idea of knights on white horses. I thought it was cool that someone was out there, ready to ride in and rescue me in my time of need. That fairy tale lasted in me for a long, long time--until I was in middle school and came up against a life-threatening situation, all alone, and had to save myself. For me, that was when fairy tales lost their magic. But I think back fondly on the days when fairy tales seemed real and the world seemed black and white.
When I became a parent I saw fairy tales in a new way. I realized there are magic moments in our lives, all the time. As an adult they're harder to find--but they're always there.
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