I used to believe that Santa was real, that an alien named Jeep-Jeep would visit my mom and that I had magical powers. As I got older I came to the realization that many of the stories I believed as a child were nothing more than tall tales. As I got older I began to create new stories; the monsters and heroes changed form and looked more like ordinary humans and the fantasy lands began look more like the world around me. I have corm to realize that I still believe in just as many fairy tales now as I did as a child. Our dreams of the future become a story that we tightly hold onto. A truth as real as a sleeping princess. When our dreams are shattered we suffer the heartbreak of the illusion of our fairytales. What you once believed to be true - the dreams of the future, are now living amongst the trolls, dwarfs, and unicorns.