I did it for me.
The anthemic, no-holds-barred album version of your favourite song being stripped down to its very core, laying bare soulful melodies that made up an emotional play of delicate acoustic wonder.
The sleek and shiny, limited edition matchbox-sized convertible behind the glass display being pushed to the deepest corner, swiftly making way for a hot blue Thomas the Tank Engine toy.
The meddling pixies and enchanted lands from the faraway fairy tales of yore being transformed into mindless robots and gridlocked nations from the stories of today’s papers, reminding us of the very reality that we now live in.
Somewhere, somehow, we had become exiled from the land of the free, having inevitably fallen into the unmagnificent lives of adults.
There is no turning back, but most times I am unsure which side I am on.