There is a park on an island, next to a bigger island where I have spent many summers. At this park, there is a good sized rock sticking out of the water, it is big enough to fit several kids on it. So, we called it kid island. Kid island is a magical place. There are other such magical places. All it really takes is some imagination and some memories and a place can become magical.
Once you find one of those places, go back there when you can, you will be glad you did.
I am grateful for those magical places.
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