Once upon a time…
My Grandma told me stories that began with the words “once upon a time”.
They were stories of faraway lands and bold adventures, there were castles, and fair damsels.
And there were dragons.
That wasn’t news to me, I had always suspected that there were dragons.
I had seen their eyes glowing green in the dark.
I had felt their putrid breath on the back of my neck as I tried to sleep.
There were dragons…ferocious, fire breathing, fearful dragons.
But…wait…fear not!
There was also always a champion who rode into the village on a gallant steed.
Through acts of sheer sacrifice and raw courage, the champion would defeat the dragon…
again and again.
And so “they lived happily ever after”.
Grandma was an amazing storyteller.
Once upon a time, she told me bold, beautiful stories…
It took me a while to realize that the stories were never about the dragons…
The stories served to remind again and again that the dragons can be defeated.
Thank you Grandma.
carbonated joy 