I wish I could take a walk one day and stumble upon one of those fountains where people toss coins and make wishes. I don’t know if things like that still exist now, it was a childhood movie magic thingy and honestly, ever since I was a kid, I’ve wanted to do that.
Whenever I watched movies and a scene like that came up, I would watch with so much excitement. I loved the magical feeling that bubbled in me each time I saw someone stand by a fountain, close their eyes, make a wish and toss a coin into the water. I wanted to try it so badly and one time I was bold enough to ask my mom if we could go to a fountain just for that but she said no. My parents were deeply religious so I think my dad thought that was a thing of the world as well considering his pastoral position at the time.
I don’t want this because I genuinely believed a coin would magically make my wishes come true, well as a child I did and I think I just love the idea of having a tiny ritual for hope and I love my whimsy.
The plan is just to hold my coin in my palm, my wish in my head and a few seconds of believing that maybe, just maybe, the universe was listening.
I never had the opportunity to do it as a child. I’ve never walked past one of those beautiful old fountains, stopped at the edge, made a wish and watched my coin disappear beneath the water and, I still want to.
I guess that’s the funny thing about growing up. We lose so many of the little things we once found magical. We kinda stop believing in wishes, talking to the moon, making up stories about strangers and finding shapes in the clouds. Everything eventually has to make sense because life in adulthood requires rationality so as to not be seen as weird and undiagnosed. Lol.
You grow up and someone tells you that coins don’t make wishes come true and life requires plans, dreams need money and if you want something, you have to work for it. They’re probably right but sometimes I think it would be nice to be that little girl again but this time with parents who would just let me have my little magical moment, standing beside a fountain with a coin between her fingers, believing that there is still a little bit of magic left in the world.
So if I ever find one, I know exactly what I’ll do. I’ll close my eyes, make my wish and toss in the coin. The good part is I have a coin. I have always kept it for this magical purpose. And for those few seconds before I open my eyes, I’ll let myself believe.
