As a child, you firmly believed that if you stayed still long enough, a unicorn would come to you, that you could see a hippogriff in the sky, that magic was real. Then as you grew up, grew older, you stopped believing and started doubting; like Icarus, the wings of your belief melted and so fell.

 

But - you never completely let your faith go. It becomes a small, small, small guarded flame and if you just blew on it, it could ignite your belief once more.