as I approached those overflowing shelves downstairs in our library's children's book room. What would be waiting for me there? Scares? Wonders? Magic? Mystery? A trip to the library meant a chance to explore worlds that never were, and the world I lived in. And that sense of discovery, of amazement, was addictive.
I crave that now, as an adult, and find myself returning to the books I loved as a child, seeking to refresh my sense of delight, recharge my curiosity and refill my cup of imagination.
So it is with this in mind that I begin this venture, taking a quiet walk on my way back to wonder. Won't you join me?
by Jessica Bigi
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