THE REAL ME...
This is around the age I was when "lights out" meant flashlight on! I used to sneak out of bed and peer lovingly at my overly-stickered bookcase. The top shelf held favorite tiny stuffed animals. The other two, worlds of wonder.
Each book meant something to me.
Each cover invited a new journey.
Every glossy page felt smooth to the touch.
In my innocence, I never pondered how the yellowish-orange flashlight and evening's pick made their way from under my pillow (what a clever hiding spot!) to the bookcase. It could only have been magic (and not my teacher/mother who was beyond excited by her newly minted bookworm!).
I hope that the stories I tell about real heroes hidden by history inspire, educate, and delight...before magically making their way back to the bookshelf!