|Image by Julie D Waroquier|
I was, and am, a reader. I think I was born a reader, learning to read early, and never stopping once I started. To this day, I don't like to read a book during the work week, because I tend to pick up a book and finish it in one sitting, which means that starting a new book on a work night leaves me little time to sleep!
When I was 10, we moved into the house where my parents still live, and in the front yard was a wonderfully magical tree. I loved that tree. I spent a good portion of my life in that house up in the tree. I'd pack my pockets with snacks and books, and could easily spend an entire day, perched comfortably in my well worn spot on the third branch to the right, and just read.
I'd get lost in the books, but more than that, the tree was my escape. In the spring and summer, when the leaves were full, I could literally escape the glances of my family, the arguments, the annoyances, and be hidden in the foliage, safely tucked away with favorite friends as I ventured into their fictitious worlds.... oh how I loved that tree...