Mrrzy, you bring to mind a short story I once wrote where the protagonist is a fairy who, as a result of an unfortunate encounter with a caterpillar and loses her wings, wakes up and finds herself a human being. She is informed by a used-to-be fairy that there is a way to return to fairydom if she wishes, and she has to decide. For a long time I didn't finish the story because I literally couldn't make the decision for her. Until the day I discovered that I had written an analogy. Fairydom was/is childhood. Humandom is adulthood.
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