Monday, September 28, 2009

I want to start writing about some lone, isolated memories I have. Lately, one in particular has stood out to me:

My family and I visiting Mexico, staying in a resort. I was little, but not little enough to sleep in my parents' bed, and seeing as how there weren't enough rooms for all of us in the family, I was forced to sleep on this bed/couch/sofa thing (I really have no clue what it was) in the main living area.

And it was off to the side, all tucked away, this little bed/couch thing. But it was my little sanctuary. And I remember reading specifically, a C.S. Lewis book, and a particular scene in the book--a fleet of people crossing a desert.

And there I was with a little tiny lamp near my bed, and myself snuggled in my little sanctuary and reading and being transported into whole new worlds of the desert and camels.

For some reason the memory has been stuck in my mind lately.

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