You know those games when you were a kid that you are too embarrassed to tell anyone about probably because you stayed a kid for a little too long and you would die if your peers had known you still acted like that? You ran around in your backyard and it instantly became a palace courtyard, sticks were scepters, rocks were thrones for kings & queens, and soccer shorts & a tshirt were kingly & queenly dress. Well, I played those games and loved them. Mostly because I always made myself the one in charge and I was always a good guy. My little sister, Maryann, was always the evil queen, and my cousin, Kelley, was always the court jester.
I fell in love with this book. I’ve read it so many times that it has been taped and re-taped a million times. The cover has come off of it so many times that it looks like a tattered piece of junk.
Then I went to Mexico for another study abroad trip. I knew NO ONE. So, as usual I packed my book in my carry-on expecting to do a lot of reading the first few weeks. I actually never read it while I was there one time. I ended up making some great friends (Hi Jenny! Hi Todd!) and it stayed in my suitcase the whole time.
Today, it’s just habit to pack it whenever I go on a trip. Heck, it’s been a constant traveling companion for 12 years now. It has gone with me to more than 25 states in the US, two foreign countries (twice to Mexico), and countless small trips across the state. I don’t think I’ve read the book in a few years, I’ve been too busy and I definitely haven’t needed it.
But, it sits on my shelf in my bedroom with my other favorite books. This one is the most special, it’s been the most places, it’s been loved & needed the most.