And then I know that not even the real world can't kill that little girl that wanted to grow up and be Lois Lane and live in Jim Henson's Labyrinth at the same time. The little girl that went to the roller-rink and pretended that she was Kira from Xanadu with all of her fancy rubber-legging. Somewhere, deep inside, that little girl is alive and well and will never leave me, no matter how hard things get.
Which is something I'm grateful for every day.
