No such places exist in Arizona, everyone says I was dreaming or lost in my imagination. But just a year or so before my Mom died I went on a road trip with my parents and we visited a couple of those places. There they were, 1950's gas pumps rusting away in front of the corner store, ice cream cones and a fish hatchery. It was as if they'd been keeping it a secret all of this time waiting for the right moment to pass the torch. Or maybe not. Maybe it just never occurred to them that we'd gone there when I was too young to remember the way or to be sure I wasn't dreaming. They were never given to flights of fancy and certainly had no use for magic and monsters, but they traveled a lot and discovered many real places. Many more than I will ever know.
I still can't remember how to find the hidden streets and when I ask about them the old people just shake their heads and smile. Do they think I'm crazy or are they just keeping a secret? But I have secrets of my own. I still have the basement door, no one else knows about that so they can't hide it from me.
Sometimes though, I feel like I should just let it go. Throw all these sketches in the recycler, get a 9 to 5 job and live out my days free of this constant yearning for something outside my reach. Sometimes it feels like all the most important things are only visible from the corner of my eye and if I turn my head they're gone. Don't take me wrong, I enjoy my life, it's good and pleasant, but it's not as easy as some would assume.
Still I can never stay away for very long it always pulls me back. There are vistas unseen by man for over a thousand years.