First, you’re born. (Sometimes you end up as a royal baby, sometimes not so much. But you’re still cute.)
And for a while, all you have to do is be irresistibly adorable.
This may be easier said than done, but eventually you learn to walk. (Falling may be part of this process.)
Before you know it, you’re running and leaping and jumping and flying (and twirling).
And also talking.
Then you start to learn new things. Like what friends are.
And how to read.
And how to share.
And how to be curious.
And what it means to dream. (Cue the music swell.)
And how to stand up for yourself.
Then you grow up and you go to school. Where you learn a LOT about letters and numbers.
And you start to test the waters a little.
Somewhere along the way, you have some birthdays. (Which are really only official if you’re wearing a pointy hat.)
Included in those birthdays is your sixteenth birthday. (Editors’ note: These ideally don’t involve seriously sinister sorceresses and spindles. But sometimes they’re unavoidable. If that’s the case, make sure you have a true love’s kiss headed your way.)
After that, there’s graduation.
Then you’re apt to get a job of some kind. (Pro tip: When this happens, never ever forget to turn in your paperwork.)
(Sidebar: Don’t worry if it’s not taking right away. Things have a way of working out like they ought to.)
Falling in love isn’t always immediate. You may try a few people who are wrong for you.
And obstacles are apt to get in your way.
But along the way, you might meet a mentor who changes things forever. (If there are words of indeterminate origin involved in this, don’t get scared. They’re just conjuring magic.)
Eventually you’ll find the one that’s meant for you.
And you get married.
Then you buy a house.
And maybe have a few kids of your own.
Or ninety-nine. (In situations like this, we recommend a dalmatian plantation so everyone can roam.)
And after all that, you live happily ever after.