Once you believe in something magical it is hard to let it go.

My sister and brother convince me that bottles of cola grow in the cold spring water that bubbles up in a meadow near our home. Being six years old and very gullible I don’t need a lot of convincing. On a visit to that meadow they point out the bottles of cola they have placed in the spring and then they tell me those bottles of cola grew in that very spring

Repeated visits to the spring however yield not one cold bottle of cola to quench my parched throat. Finally, my mother makes them stop telling me that bottles of cola grow in those bubbling cold springs of water. The news does not stop me from occasionally running off to that meadow to search for that elusive bottle of cola that grows wild in cold mountain meadow springs.

Some years later my brother will ask my nephew if he wants to go down to the creek that runs past our home and look for watermelons. They go down to that creek and sure enough there is a watermelon that my brother has placed there. Together they bring it up to the house. Years later when a story about watermelons growing in a patch is being discussed in the classroom my nephew will vigorously defend the position that watermelons grow in creeks, not in patches, much to the amusement of his classmates and the instructor.