So I did try and write about it before - but saved it in the draft folder...here's what was there - If you are lucky enough to have your own Terabithia - you hold on to it. If you don't have such place, create one. These are the places that for some inexplicable reason, you feel a sense of peace by just being there. I didn't remember the details of the book Bridge to Terabithia, just that it was the first book that I had read that I really was drawn in and understood the gift that reading brings to escape into another world and get lost. Looking back, those childhood books that hold a place in our memories probably say a lot about who we are even before we are looking.
After writing that now i remember - i looked up the cliff notes and remember it was about two best friends and how the one brought out the best and courage in the other...and it had a sad ending - and at that time in my life Sara was just that person for me - she opened my world in a different way - I had had best friends before - but not like this - not someone that you shared the secrets that you were often even afraid to tell yourself - that brought you out of your shell and by osmosis you seemed to blossom in their presence because they understood you - and even at such a young age when you meet these special people in your life - those that you feel some divine force brought you together - you don't forget - ahh so okay i wish i was feeling better to be more eloquent - so this is the jist for now...you get the picture...
|My Very Own Terabithia|
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