Books are someone else’s minds eye written upon a piece of paper. Their thoughts, wants,memories and needs. That persons growth process put into words for either entertainment or understanding.
My love and gratitude for books started very young. I’m not sure if it was a need or a want. I started writing books before I ever read one. Funny how my first memory of a book was one of my own stories.
I actually didn’t know how to read well until the third grade. I had knew that I had stories stuck inside of my head that belonged on paper. After reading some fantastic books from the library I knew that I wanted to be a better writer.
I’m sure that books were read to me at some point I just can’t remember when. I actually think it might have been books from the Kingdom Hall. My book of bible stories. One of the first book series that I can recall were about a bear and some toys. I then remember the Winnie the Pooh series, next my favorites were from Beverly Cleary. The Romona Wimby series. I used to read for hours all the things Romona would get into. She and I were very similar in that way.
Being too inquisitive and landing ourselves in trouble. To identify with a fictional character gave me some sort of peace. A kind of secret getaway from the world. The library became my escape.
Beautiful how many things we are given for growth and knowledge in this strange but exquisite world.
C. L Cunningham
My gratitude is becoming an open book for all too see🌞
Happy Monday everyone may it be splendid 💋
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Artist Jeremiah Morelli