The Child Within Me

You know how I really have the heart of a seven-year-old?

Yeah, it's still there. And it's still beating as young as ever.


I was walking through the market today, looking for cheap postcards, and stumbled upon an antique shop. I would have kept walking on, but I saw that they had vintage Winnie-the-Pooh books. So of course I had to get them. It wasn't even a question that I was getting them. They're in my room now, on my fireplace mantle. It makes my room feel a lot less empty; a lot more home-y. A lot more me.




Aren't they cute?


I love books. Especially children's books. And you know what? I think a lot of people do. Children's books transcend cultures. They transcend time periods. They touch the hearts of both children and parents who read them, and they can influence a child for years to come.
They've influenced me.
They've activated my imagination, they've given me hope, they've made me happy. Because of children's books, I want to be an author myself. I want to create. I want to be able to change people's lives through my words. I want my words--my thoughts--to give people hope, to make them think, and to change their lives.
Give me Winnie-the-Pooh to make me smile, give me Narnia to remind me of my inner strength, give me Harry Potter so I'll always have adventure, give me fairy tales to keep my sense of wonder.
I think it's a marvelous thing to be surrounded by books. :)