Castles in the air....

When i was a little girl, i read fairytales on Sleeping Beauty locked up in a castle or Rapunzel letting down her hair and i always had a picture that stayed in my head. A few weeks back, i visited a real castle, but it was nothing like what it had looked in my head. It was there standing tall, like nothing i had ever seen before. My first impression on seeing its magnitude was "No this can't be real !" but hell, it was ! Lots of childhood memories rushed back. I joked with my friends about letting down my hair or waiting in the top room for my knight in shining armor to come and rescue me there...
It was a pretty sight to picture... a dream, a story, a decade, a little me. I walked through the castle, amazed by every rock as i thought of the stories that it must have stocked. It is amazing to see that such a place really exists. It should be felt and not just seen. What is with these stone walls i ask, that make me feel cold and in the past ? Does it have a history, does it have a tale? Was there once a princess with her long lovely mane?
I spent the day there, lost somewhere between reality and a dream. I closed my eyes and pictured me there, right back in the years of the kings and their heirs. Was i once a princess too? Yes id like to believe i was.... Prettily clad and walking on flowers...
It was a beautiful day spent in the land of far, shared with a me that i had thought was lost... Beautiful memories come by our way, we never really know when to expect them there. They don't knock, they don't warn, they just slide in... and its upto us to forget them or etch them within...