I remember the first books I read as a young child
I became a part of the beauty of words and magic of far off places for a while
I lived in castles with roaring fires in winter months, warm and cozy
I ran through lush, green meadows in summer, my cheeks rosy
I wore long frocks made of silks and satins
I held up my skirts and petticoats while crossing crisp, cool rapids
I used to think I had been born in the wrong century
I knew I would return to the medieval times eventually
For that is where I belonged
Was I wrong?
No, not really–we can go anywhere and experience anything
Our imagination is the strongest part of our mind
And we can live in any place and time
Just by opening a book or tapping the screen of our tablet
The happiness and wisdom of a child is within us; Let’s Go!