Melt Me Into The Picture

I always wondered where my love of books came from it certainly wasn't from all the tender moments on my parents laps listening to beautiful fairy tales. I've always been uncontrollably attracted to books with pictures of people... any people... doing anything. As I was thumbing through a coffee table book admiring the beautiful pictures of people in far-off lands I remembered... As a young girl I would escape through books. Even before I could read I would find old, abandoned schoolbooks in the bottom of our toybox from the many schools we started to attend and then moved again too quickly to turn the books back in. Those books had such wonderful pictures especially the Social Studies books They would show people and lands that I dreamed of changing places with. I still remember a picture of a man carrying his small child on his shoulders while the mom walked along beside them. That little boy looked so happy like he didn't have a worry in the world. I guess he probably didn't. If I would've been able to climb through the pages and melt myself into that picture I would've done it. I still catch myself looking at my kid's schoolbooks and noticing all the wonderful pictures. My kids just flip through the pages without even noticing the people in the pictures. Somehow that comforts me.