SHARING THE MAGIC OF STORIES

I could still recall when I was six years old, I really love having my storytelling time with mom and dad. It was magical. They would let me pick a book then read it for me. And with every book that I choose, they're not the typical book that only plain small letters are written (like a pocket book). DUH, i'm a kid. I prefer colorful pictures with words. But it was never just a book with pictures and words. It contains lessons about life that I was able to apply as I grow up. It was about stepping inside the pages of the book and visualize myself inside the universe of that story. Those were the days when I thought that fairy tales were true to life. I must confess.... I once wished to be one of the Disney Princesses. Haha! 

Sadly, my belief about magical stories and tales was lost as I grew up. I realized that my life couldn't go on with the help of magic wands and pixie dusts. I have to face that my life was in reality, not in fantasy. I never liked reading stories when I realized that magical stories were just fantasies. 

My perspectives about magic stories changed until I entered my freshmen life, "Literature" was introduce to us by our english teacher. We were all required to read some epics, and it got me back to reading again. 

I got back my passion in reading stories.

Now that we have a new baby angel (my one-year old brother) in our house, I always try to find a way for our "storytelling time". I want to expand his imaginations seeing hisself inside the universe of every magical stories. 

Just like Eden Phillpots said, "The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper."