[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Peanuts Edition

*This is something I just decided to make the other day. It's really short, but I felt it came out alright* 
 
 I was a child once, possessing all the tendencies and ignorance thereof, but also purity. I looked upon the world with the wonder of one so new to life that nothing before them matters and all is a mystery. 
 
 In this state, I came upon an old map of my father ’ s. It depicted the land I called home, the village and its port, the mythical surrounding states and cities my father has told me about. But in the corner, accompanying a spot of mist, was a strange message, “ Thar be dragons, ” and a picture of a winged serpent of unfathomable scale. 
 
 
 I did not know any better, so I asked my dad if he could take me to see a dragon. 
 
 “ No. ” He replied. “ Dragons don ’ t exist. ” 
 
 I showed him the map, where among the other known unknowns and empty names was the realm of the dragons clearly depicted. He chuckled, but remained adamant in his knowledge as I did in mine. 
 
 “ How do you know? You ’ ve never been there! ” I accused. That too he laughed off. 
 “ You ’ re right, I haven ’ t. ” 
 
 
 From that point, I dedicated my young life to finding those dragons. I built a ship in my backyard. I drew crude outlines on scraps of paper. I was ready to invade that misty spot and reap its secrets. 
 
 
 It was a game at first, then a phase. My dad and I would fly my sky-fort throughout the heavens, carrying only a torch, my journal, and my stuffed dog Leroy, and I found the land of dragons. The whimsy of it all overwhelmed those who stood in our way. 
 
 
 The dragons ’ land seemed to change every time I went. Sometimes the trees were tall and wide, sometimes they were purple and glowing. Once, when we spotted a dragon, it was great and golden. Another was the size of my fist. And always they were friendly to those who went their way. 
 
 
 The phase passed, as the cycles of life pulled me forward. My torch seemed to dim and dim as the years went on, and the mist obscured all once again. It was then I finally realised: dragons don ’ t exist, and the only place I ’ d explored was my backyard. 
 
 
 But if I ’ ve never been to the realm of dragons, who am I to tell you if they ’ re real? 

