A page from the book Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams, given to me one Christmas by my younger son, Cory.
“What is real?” the Rabbit asked the Skin Horse one day. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you?”
“Read isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It happens to you when a child loves you for a long time, not just to play with, but really loves you. Then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt” asked the Velveteen Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “By the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off and you have become very shabby. But these things don’t matter, because once you are Real you can never be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
“Are you Real?” asked the Rabbit.
“Yes,” said the Skin Horse. The Boy’s uncle made me Real a great many years ago. Once you are Real you can’t become unreal again.”
The Rabbit sighed. He longed for this magic called Real to happen to him…