I have been a believer of wishing wells, but the last time I did it was around 20 years ago when I was in high school. It was during a field trip at a farming resort. It was a wish of all sorts; none of the serious stuffs. What can be expected of a teenager wisher but to have a beautiful outfit on a prom night and wishes that her crush will notice her (haha). It, however, did not come true but it never stopped me from believing until now.
The beauty of believing in wishing fountains and fairy tales were always a part of growing up. It somehow builds the will to dream for impossible things beyond imagination; it was always the start of discovering for ones self what one hopes to become in the future. It is, therefore, very important to wish and dream for it is the anchor of inspiration to aspire for something greater than one’s self.
After believing in wishing wells, I then became a believer of myself. 🙂