Once upon a time there was a town in Maine called Storybrooke. It was a town where children laughed and played. Where men and women, women and women, and men and men, even a woman and a werewolf woman met, and fell in love. Sometimes they stayed in love, sometimes they fell out of love. Sometimes they stayed together, sometimes they split apart. And sometimes, in Storybrooke the happiest of happy endings happened.

On the surface it looked like every other small town. It was led by a Mayor, had its own Sheriff who's department was vastly understaffed, a green in the center and even had its own inn and diner.

There were problems in Storybrooke, just like in any small town where the politics are just as intense as the caring for your neighbor. And loving your neighbor doesn't necessarily mean that you want to let her win the fight over your backyard wetlands.

But, Storybrooke Maine, it was a good place to live, it was a beautiful and calm place to live, and it was a safe place to live. And it was an amazing place to grow up in.

Fin ~ April 10th, 2012