No Need To Say Goodbye

Listening to: The Call by Regina Spektor & Wunderkind by Alanis Morissette (two of my favorite songs)

When I was younger, I was very shy and so making friends was hard for a introverted child like myself. Our family also used to take many long roadtrips as well as me being taken to many events where I was thoroughly bored.

Thus came about the creation of my imaginary friends.

I had one who was a rather large polar bear named Bob. I’m not sure why he was named Bob but when I was at an incredibly boring event (church), I used to imagine a polar bear roaming around the congregation and what the people would do if they realized that a polar bear was sitting next to them. He was always especially fond of the baptismal area and would go for some nice swims.

There was also a lion, the one that I always wished I owned. He would simply barge in when I was sitting in class. I always hoped that one day a lion would escape from a zoo somewhere and find himself wandering into my classroom. There were no drills that we practiced in school that would help in that situation. Would you feed him a PB&J sandwich? Would the lion simply sit down in a sunny spot and listen in about the British monarchy?

There were many more as I had quite an imagination and found myself constantly daydreaming as my family would take the long trips to Illinois or California. Ethan was my good friend that always went on the best adventures while there was a girl that always understood what I was thinking about.

I think I was sixteen when my imagination started to fade, the adventures happened less and less, the stories began to disappear gradually. I started to think about things that pertained to my life instead—school, family, guys, work, my future, all worries that took over my mind.

I began to feel more like the old Professor, rather than Lucy

I honestly pushed them out of my mind until recently, when I found myself sitting in a car and staring out of a window bored. Staring through the trees, I glimpsed, for a second, one of those imaginary characters in the forest next to the highway. He was staring back at me, with a longing look to come back and continue our adventures.

Maybe we were never meant to grow up.

"Please Aslan, before we go, will you tell us when we can come back to Narnia again? Please. And oh, do, do, do, make it soon."


"Dearest," said Aslan very gently, "you and your brother will never come back to Narnia."


"Oh, Aslan!!" said Edmund and Lucy both together in despairing voices.


"You are too old, children," said Aslan, "and you must begin to come close to your own world now."


"It isn't Narnia, you know," sobbed Lucy. "It's you. We shan't meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?"


"But you shall meet me, dear one," said Aslan.


"Are — are you there too, Sir?" said Edmund.


"I am," said Aslan. "But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name.

This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there."