Peering into another world all mystical with sparkly swirls, I was enchanted.  It was my very own snowglobe, precious to me, invoking imagination.  I would stare into that small contained world for what seemed like hours and dream of what it would be like to be inside, to be part of that world.  I don't even remember what was in my snowglobe but I do remember feelings of wonder, curiosity and joy.