Magic

I was lucky enough to have the chance to go op-shopping (a dear love of mine) the other day and stumbled across Enid Blyton's The Enchanted Wood. 

Since the day my year one teacher, Ms. Hookam started reading it aloud to the class, I have been in love with the adventures of the Magic Faraway Tree; i remember so clearly toyland and topsy-turvy land and moonface. 

I still cant remember whether she showed us pictures or if it was just my imagination, but the images came flooding back when i re-read it the other day. 

Don't you love childhood stories? This is one of the few i remember loving to death ( and still do).  who wouldn't love to live in the land of tea parties?