In the best of all possible worlds, it looks like something out of a children's book in the library. The landscape sprouts boy-size and girl-size gates and walls and gables. Weather rolls over it and hovers beside it, presses on windows and makes you glad you're inside.
When your dad makes magical things happen in your life, the house itself can be more modest. When your mom weaves tales at bedtime and then clicks off the light, you are ready for dreams that are sure to come to you as you burrow under the covers.
Sometimes you get to grow up in a fun house. Sometimes you just get to imagine it for years and years to come.
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Happily, I have many magical memories just like this.
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