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Recently I have been re-watching the Harry Potter Movies in preparation of reading the actual books and a thought struck me. Why do adults stop believing in magic? When we are children our imaginations can conjure up monsters and friends, magical forests or cities from the distant past. Around what age were you when you last let your imagination run away with you? Can you remember? Why did you stop believing? I think society has conditioned us to 'grow up' when we hit puberty and to stop believing in fanciful things. It is curious though that we see children as the most pure and wondrous thing in our world and yet we demand that they turn into us instead of the other way around. I think this world may be a more amazing place if we would stop limiting our minds and making new rules every day about what we should do and simply let our minds explore and create!