Wonderland

“Then all the cards jumped at her, but when she opened her eyes. She found that they were only leaves! She had dreamed the whole thing.”
I finished telling my daughter the story of how I fell down the rabbit hole, and found myself in Wonderland. Of course, she thinks it is a different Alice. It has been twenty years since then, but I still go back from time to time. The adventures I had there have insured that I never forget it... and, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t keep the rabbit from summoning me. The hatter has taken a liking to having me over for tea. I have found that I enjoy Wonderland more now then ever. For it is like an escape from reality, a time to let down my hair and be free of worry and care. When I  was young, I didn’t understand responsibility or duty, which meant I couldn’t appreciate Wonderland for what it is; a dream-world created by ones mind to give the soul a respite from reality. Everyone has a  Wonderland of their own, but few have the will to find it.