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?
