There was a time (a very long time ago) when me and my sisters were sitting near the garden in my countryside, talking with my granddad and later arguing about who of us will marry him when we grow up. Some time later we kind of uderstood that we cannot marry exactly him, but we were totally convinced that we will find someone like him and marry that guy.
Today I'm once again back from my countryside. But it seems that this was the time when I grew up. At least in some way. During my stay there I understood that I just could not live together with someone like my grandfather. Maybe we have the same annoying traits, maybe I just do not understand his sense of humor anymore, maybe we just see the world too diferently.

This was my last childhood ideal/faiy-tale, who was not destroyed. As far as I remember.