Here’s another example of where our brains trick us into enjoying things in spite of ourselves.
I was reading a book of folk tales and I got to the story of The Snow Queen. It is about two innocent children who have adventures and then grow up. It ends this way:
Gerta and Kay went home hand in hand. There they found the grandmother and everything just as it had been, but when they went through the doorway they found they were grown-up.
There were roses on the leads; it was summer, warm, glorious summer.
