That Would Be Me!
I was isolated as a child. I lost myself in reading and dreaming. Books became my release from reality. It always saddened me when I began to like a book. Why? Because even at that young age I became so involved with the characters, I knew that in just a few days, I'd be left with a void. Wanting so much more than the author had given. So, if I was unable to give myself to another book so soon, I would continue the adventure in my head for just a little longer. With dedicated focus, I would dream my book and of course I was no longer just a bystander, but an active participant.