For most of my childhood, I was completely enthralled by books.
So wrapped up in the story unfolding in the pages between my hands as it filtered into my imagination, that I would gladly sacrifice food and sleep.
That hasn’t changed much as an adult. I still lose myself in books, and emerge rested and relaxed. Ready to take on the world again.
But seeing this young girl sitting in the aisle of the local library – so eager to start reading a book that she couldn’t wait to find a chair to sit in or remove her backpack, so reluctant to move away from the columns of books and the magical stories they encased – stopped me in my tracks.
In our childhood we explore fantasy realms in our minds through books.
As adults, the best of us try to replicate the enchantment and create a better world for ourselves and those around us.