Can a story change a life?
Ever since I was a little kid, I used to like to go to the library. I’d walk amongst the stacks, easing the books from the shelves. I’d collect them in a pile and walk them up to the front desk always mindful of the number of books I was allowed to check out.I’d go home and sit on the floor in my bedroom leafing through the books. I read stories that took place and other lands and many that took place in this country that I had grown up and. I saw pictures and books of fascinating things that existed on the other side of the world and those pictures inspired me to travel. Opening each new story was like opening up my imagination. [Read more…]