Books and I always got along. They have been my childhood friend hidden in deep memories. Memories of a little girl clutching books as she ran through the trees. It was the books who were there to comfort her falls as she tripped and tumbled towards the earth. Books were there to catch her tears and make her strong once more.
When each adventure ended to begin a new, another book was discovered along with a whole new world. As day changed to night a million times they were there to watch me grow. From a child to a young teenager they put me to rest with the hums of endless words.
As I lay on my bed -a child of just 14- they envelope me once more with their crisp hands. My mind breaks free to wander among the faded yellow pages of my friends.
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