Growing up my family was fortunate enough to have a lake house that we would go to during the summer to enjoy all things lake life. Recently my family made the decision to sell the lake home and I am glad I was able to bring my son to visit at least once. This picture popped up on my time hop today and had me thinking. This is where I grew up, where I learned new words and all about love. Where I accomplished things from fighting dragon and saving princesses, to walking on the moon. This is where I spent nights afraid of clowns and vampires. A place where I cast spells and survived the apocalypse. I look back at the days of growing up and I remember this place. A place I was able to escape and read. A place where I was wasn’t bothered by everyday life but was able to wonder around unencumbered. I was able to explore the wood and swim in the lake; to lay in the sand and build a castle. I believe having only books as a form of entertainment as the night drew near helped grow my imagination beyond the normal. I need to find my new perfect place to read. Where, may I ask, is yours?
Bibliophile 
I do love simply writing at home in my room on my bed but writing at the beach is bliss. So thankful that I live within five minutes of lots of beaches. It’s so beautiful to sit on a rock in the sun and watch the waves while I listen to my ipod and journal.
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