My childhood years were a feast for the imagination, and for that I’ll always be thankful. Books were in abundant supply–stories of the best sorts that encouraged thought and creativity–and plenty of time for play and exploration also provided fodder for imagination and story-weaving.
As a child, I found that from the simplest things stories sprung and adventure always awaited. An upturned tree in the woods might have treasures entwined in the lattice of exposed roots. A hidden compartment might exist in the most everyday piece of furniture. A rotting barn might suddenly divulge centuries-old secrets.
Just around the corner, surely, something new and wondrous might be found.
Though I no longer go roaming through wood and field hoping to stumble upon adventure, as a reader of fantasy, I bring the desire to discover something new and wonderful to the books I read. I hope to turn a page and find something that will intrigue or delight, something that will pull me into an enchanting new world. And this desire also inspires me to craft stories and worlds of my own.
Sometimes, I think it’s important to remember the thrill of discovery we had as children and to apply that same delight in creativity and imagination to the reading and writing of our stories. As we do, our tales have the potential to remind readers that life truly is a grand adventure, an epic quest that will culminate in a glorious conclusion, however grim it may seem at times. And that is wondrous indeed.
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