When I was little, I just couldn’t do without watching ‘Alice in Wonderland’ everyday. It was the most fun. It had “books with only pictures in them”, silly cute animals who wore white dainty gloves, and a Cheshire Cat with a smile so bright it lit up the night sky. There were singing flowers you could gossip amongst all day, a pair of twins you could play till dusk with, and a white rabbit with a pocket watch and a red waist coat. But let’s not forget the mad Queen of Hearts who loved to play crochet with multicolored flamingoes… and would always have “her” way.

As I had my afternoon picnic inside (a daily routine), I watched the movie thinking I was Alice. I would run out in my backyard digging holes to Wonderland. I would drink water from my water bottle and “shrink”, soon to be singing and talking to the flowers in my garden for hours. I recited “How is a raven like a writing desk?” in a British accent, until my mom lost her temper. Not only Alice had a fanaminal imagination, but it also strengthened mine.

But I still wish, I could celebrate my unbirthday with the Mad Hatter and the Marge Hare at one of their famous tea parties.
Because…
Without it, I could no longer paint the roses red, chase the white rabbit, and play crochet with the Queen of Hearts. I basically could no longer visit Wonderland, because this movie was the key to the talking stubborn doorknob that let you into Wonderland.

Over time I realized there was one thing that differs between Alice and I. Throughout the whole movie she was trying to find her way home. But when I went through the tiny door to Wonderland, I knew that I was home.
That’s why I, on special occasions, will watch ‘Alice in Wonderland’. This movie is a big part of my life, and still is very important to me.