As I know I will never become an entirely grown up, I just stop trying to pretend to be one. I still dream about going down the rabbit hole or flying to the Kensington Gardens (don’t know yet) because Alice and Peter are my best “not really real” friends. Their own worlds have what seem to cruelly miss in our sometime : magic! In my mind, they always have great time with all these characters I’ve created. My crazy thoughts, books, movies, sport, friends, music and art are my escape. I embrace life and, as short as it will be, all I have is love and pleasure.Then, I’ll fall back down into my endless imagination.