For a brief time, early in my life, I believed in magic. Magical things, magical people, magical seasons. Santa, The Easter Bunny, faeries, elves, witches, ghosts, flying reindeer, unicorns, you name it. But by the time the Tooth Fairy was introduced, the magic was gone. My theory is that by the time my brother made his appearance, they were too tired to keep up the charade. And perhaps the introduction of money corrupted the whole magical experience.
This image is not inspired by my dreams, but rather by a memory of mine. I was no more than three or maybe four years old spending holiday time with my parents, grandparents and uncle in the Lake Tahoe area. My uncle took me for a walk. We came upon a spot where there was most likely a trash burn. Among the evidence of the burn was a melted rocking horse, much like the one I had at home. This was one of the most tragic things I had seen in my three or four short years. I got very serious and asked my uncle “what happened?” He didn’t know. That image, memory, has stuck with me 50 some odd years.
I’ll illustrate that memory, one of these days.