Sometimes it feels like I was born in the wrong era, time period, whatever.  I don’t feel like I belong here in the world of technology and tall buildings and fast cars.  My connection with the world is so much simpler, pure.  I like to hear the wind in the trees and the grass on my bare feet.  I like the beautiful dresses of the dark ages and the letter writing of the 1800’s.  I need to live in Narnia, where the trees dance and the animals talk and the only weapons were bows and arrows and swords; where it took skill to fight, rather than shooting a gun; where passionate words were more powerful than anything.  I need to be in that world.  A world that fights for good and peace and the right thing, rather than one that deals in money and greed and power.  It makes this world so difficult to live in sometimes.  We have lost the sense of what is right verses wrong.  This world is too Grown-Up for me.  Take me me back.