I was a little girl
Alone in my little world…
So begins Priscilla Ahn’s song, Dream. I’ve loved that song since I first heard it, but tonight the first lines are turning differently in my head.
When I was a little girl, I was alone in my little world because I read. And daydreamed. And read some more.
Lately I’ve been thinking about the books I loved as a child, even going so far as to track some of them down. I’m not sure what’s driving me to do this. Maybe it’s simply that I need to remember how much books can impact a child’s life.
Books gave me another world to inhabit and they gave me hope – hope that life could be as magical, or as fun, or as fantastic as I wanted it to be.
Maybe that’s the real reason I need to track down the books of my childhood: I need to regain that lost hope.
May you never lose the hopes of your childhood and may you pass them on…