{"id":114,"date":"2019-10-15T06:53:38","date_gmt":"2019-10-15T06:53:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/zinequeen.littlethemeshop.com\/?p=114"},"modified":"2025-02-06T22:39:09","modified_gmt":"2025-02-06T22:39:09","slug":"up-up-and-away","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/littlethemeshop.com\/zine-demo\/2019\/10\/15\/up-up-and-away\/","title":{"rendered":"Your Dreams Are as High As You Allow Them"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect,       and she grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable, and, as there       seemed to be no sort of chance of her ever getting out of the room again,       no wonder she felt unhappy.     <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&lsquo;It was much pleasanter at home,&rsquo; thought poor Alice, &lsquo;when one wasn&rsquo;t       always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and       rabbits. I almost wish I hadn&rsquo;t gone down that rabbit-hole&mdash;and yet&mdash;and       yet&mdash;it&rsquo;s rather curious, you know, this sort of life! I do wonder       what <em>can<\/em> have happened to me! When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied       that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!       There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! And when I       grow up, I&rsquo;ll write one&mdash;but I&rsquo;m grown up now,&rsquo; she added in a       sorrowful tone; &lsquo;at least there&rsquo;s no room to grow up any more <em>here<\/em>.&rsquo;     <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&lsquo;But then,&rsquo; thought Alice, &lsquo;shall I <em>never<\/em> get any older than I am now?       That&rsquo;ll be a comfort, one way&mdash;never to be an old woman&mdash;but       then&mdash;always to have lessons to learn! Oh, I shouldn&rsquo;t like <em>that<\/em>!&rsquo;     <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-pullquote has-text-align-left alignfull has-background is-style-solid-color has-theme-black-color has-theme-purple-background-color has-text-color has-link-color has-medium-font-size wp-elements-fa1208374aefeca5c3c208ad2a4f9b42\" style=\"padding-right:var(--wp--preset--spacing--80);padding-left:var(--wp--preset--spacing--80)\"><blockquote><p>&lsquo;Oh, you foolish Alice!&rsquo; she answered herself. &lsquo;How can you learn lessons in here? Why,&nbsp;there&rsquo;s hardly room for <em>you<\/em>, and no room at all for any lesson-books!&rsquo;<\/p><cite>Alice in Wonderland<\/cite><\/blockquote><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, and making       quite a conversation of it altogether; but after a few minutes she heard a       voice outside, and stopped to listen.     <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p> &lsquo;Mary Ann! Mary Ann!&rsquo; said the voice. &lsquo;Fetch me my gloves this moment!&rsquo;       Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Alice knew it was the       Rabbit coming to look for her, and she trembled till she shook the house,       quite forgetting that she was now about a thousand times as large as the       Rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of it.     <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and tried to open it; but, as       the door opened inwards, and Alice&rsquo;s elbow was pressed hard against it,       that attempt proved a failure. Alice heard it say to itself &lsquo;Then I&rsquo;ll go       round and get in at the window.&rsquo;     <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p> &lsquo;<em>That<\/em> you won&rsquo;t&rsquo; thought Alice, and, after waiting till she fancied she       heard the Rabbit just under the window, she suddenly spread out her hand,       and made a snatch in the air. She did not get hold of anything, but she       heard a little shriek and a fall, and a crash of broken glass, from which       she concluded that it was just possible it had fallen into a       cucumber-frame, or something of the sort.     <\/p>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, and she grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable, and, as there seemed to be no sort of chance of her&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":115,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"post-templates\/post-no-sidebar-featured.php","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[18,49,53,70],"class_list":["post-114","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-musings","tag-blog","tag-inspiration","tag-musings","tag-thoughts"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/littlethemeshop.com\/zine-demo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/littlethemeshop.com\/zine-demo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/littlethemeshop.com\/zine-demo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/littlethemeshop.com\/zine-demo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/littlethemeshop.com\/zine-demo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=114"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/littlethemeshop.com\/zine-demo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1385,"href":"https:\/\/littlethemeshop.com\/zine-demo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114\/revisions\/1385"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/littlethemeshop.com\/zine-demo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/115"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/littlethemeshop.com\/zine-demo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=114"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/littlethemeshop.com\/zine-demo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=114"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/littlethemeshop.com\/zine-demo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=114"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}