It Was A Long Time Ago Now.

Fairy Tales Opened Up A Door Into My Imagination - They Don't Conform To The Reality That's Around You As A Child. I Started Reading When I Was Three And Read Everything, But I Wanted To Be An Actress.

I Was On The Verge Of Something Numinous And Profound And In One More Second The Universe Was Going To Crack Open And Arcana Would Rain Down On My Head Like Grace And All The Cosmic Mysteries Were Going To Be Revealed.

Oh, God. What Was Happening To Her, She Was Turning Into A Normal Person.

It Was A Long Time Ago Now. And It Was Yesterday.

(although Anyone With Half A Brain Must Surely Be Mired In Existential Gloom All The Time)