Lollipops shone like fruit, muffins opened up like flowers, and streams tasted like chocolate or orange, depending on the day. Wishes shaped houses: one youngster wanted a tree-house that reached far into the sky, another wanted a cottage that looked like a gigantic shoe, and another wanted a castle with candy walls and windows made of translucent sugar that caught the sun. The terrain responded to kids as flowers listen to the rain; therefore, nothing was impossible here. The more they believed, the more the world reacted. As a result, their kingdom became big and brilliant, covering mountains of cotton clouds and valleys that sparkled in the stars.

But the Kids' Kingdom wasn't just a place to play all the time. It was also a location where people had a lot of power. The first kids who found the meadow recognized that it was a gift, a delicate treasure that would only stay alive if they were nice and genuine. They built a council that wasn't about power but about justice, where any youngster could speak out. One youngster wanted to make a river of shiny fish, but another child was scared it would mess up the playground. They spoke until they discovered a technique that made both of them happy. There were no harsh rules or penalties, only gentle reminders that the kingdom did well when everyone worked together.

There were arguments, as there always are in any place, but instead of becoming angry, the kids had learned to share, make deals, and laugh away their problems before they were too big. The kingdom's enchantment wasn't only in its scenery; it was also in the people and animals who lived there. From the hills came gentle creatures that the kids had made up: talking foxes that revealed riddles, owls who told tales about the stars, turtles that carried libraries on their backs, and butterflies that sparkled with secret maps inscribed on their wings.