I know I am many silly things — full of ideas and dreams, unrealistic, hopeful, trusting, sensitive, sometimes too easily dashed — but, while I concede there are disadvantages to these things, I sincerely hope that I can ‘protect’ this part of me from the cynicism of age and the maturing modern world, and manage to preserve these innocent happy little bits of me. Because of course the world will tell you it’s not possible if you ask them — but if you can blindly trust, stuff your ears with cotton & follow the sun’s shining path… everything is possible.