We hold on to things. Memories from when we were kids playing in a sandbox, digging holes to bury our favourite toys in. Holding afternoon tea parties between chaos and stuffed animals, turning cushions into clouds, grass to pasta for us to serve to friends and family, building towers out of mud, planes out of paper, loving families made of dolls. Taking all that's ordinary and adding a little bit of magic. Isn't that worth holding onto? That restless spirit, that naive mind