Where has all the magic gone?

When I was a child, I believed in so many things...
Santa, the Easter Bunny, Leprechauns, the gold at the end of each rainbow, fairies, ghosts, gnomes, werewolves, vampires, Frankenstein, and much more.
I believed in fairness, kindness, right is right, wrong is wrong.
I believed that an apology would make everything right and ok again.
I believed that adults knew everything and that they were always right.
I believed that the world was safe and that my parents would never let anything bad happen to me.
I believed in love being enough to make my world go round.
I believed in fairy tales. One day my Prince would come and we would ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after.
Talking things out would last 10 minutes and all would be good and forgiven at the end of the ten minutes. (Thanks a lot Full House!)
I believed in fairy dust and magical kingdoms.
I believed that when I went to bed at night, my toys and my stuffed animals played.
I believed that having kids would be the easiest thing I had ever done. (HA!)
Oh to be a child again. Innocent and naive. To believe in all things magic and good. I wish we could hold onto some of that, even just a piece of it, when we get older. Life would look so much nicer, maybe even be a lot more fun. When you are a child, you are in such a hurry to be an adult and when you become an adult, you want nothing more than to be a carefree child again.
I miss the magic of Christmas the most I think. Halloween being a close second. Those times were the best and the most magical for me as a child.
I hope my girls take the time to enjoy their life as a child. I hope they understand when I tell them to hold onto this time. I hope they are not in any hurry to grow up.
This is my wish. That the magic stays in my girls lives for as long as they can hold it in their hearts. And that no one and nothing ever takes that from them. I hope that when my girls are 29 years old, they can still hear the bells.