For my third birthday my parents gave me a chest full of dress up clothes, which enabled me to let the fantasies in my head come to life. One of these fantasies I called ondonopo, an imaginary world that exist beneath the ice of the North Pole.

23 April 2019 | larsvank

Born out of a bedtime story told to me by my father, ondonopo has grown into a large universe of my imagination in which you can enter ice caves by jumping barefoot into geysers and polar bears fall out of a hole in the sky.

But as I grow older this world slowly starts to melt away, which makes me afraid that I will turn into an adult without imagination. How can you keep seeing the magic in our reality just like kids do? Can we keep our childhood eyes open?