In my 90s childhood I was mesmerised by 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈 things (as every normal child), saw many mysterious TV shows, movies and cartoons, made some craft stuff like wizard books with spells, of course dreamed that I had supernatural abilities and should be taken at magic school
Of course I had absolutely no special equipment and there was NOTHING around me — just ordinary empty slavic yard, garages, concrete space with a few metal constructions on it... but it was more than enough for the kid's imagination
Now I’ve decided to make a pocket magic book when spells is encoded to drawings, so I can open it and resurrect memories and images from my mind. Hand-draw technique gives me wonderful sense of safety like I feel in the childhood, calmness and admiration for the empty space, which can be filled by your own
...or I don’t know maybe I really saw the dragons near my house and a shiny portal in the center of the yard? seeing is believing
