I’ve always been a dreamer. The kind of kid who climbed trees, wedged herself in-between branches, and read books. I would stay up there for hours, mostly because I was terrified of climbing down.
Books encouraged my dreaming. Especially books read while swaying in the uppermost branches of trees. I wished fervently to be a witch. Not the green-skinned, big-nosed kind. But the frilly, pink, rosy-cheeked kind. (Probably so I could just fly myself down out of that tree.) I even imagined myself to be a mermaid and Amelia Earhart (again – flight from a tree) and Nancy Drew. Oh, how I wanted to be Nancy and have a housekeeper named Hannah!
As an author, I get to make those dreams come true. Not only for me, but for you too. We can vacation at the bottom of the ocean. We can have a talking cat named Pyewacket (which fyi was the name of my grandma’s Siamese) and live our lives with magic at our fingertips. If we wish, we can even read stories at the top of trees without having to wedge ourselves in to keep from falling.
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