Opening the Gilded Doors

Opening the Gilded Doors

I remember sitting down on a faded blue carpet in the center of the room. Our monarch caterpillars sat on the window sill as they grew fat on milkweed. It was our tradition in 3rd grade to gather in the center and have our teacher, Ms. Drives, read to us. The book that would later shape who I am was Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling.

This was the first great book ever read to me. The highlight of my day was to sit down and see what words my teacher would bring to life. Hearing about the fantastical world that Rowling created awakened my imagination and unlocked my inner world. I wanted more.

Reading was no longer a foreign concept unrelated to me. This exposure to the Wizarding World of Wizards awoke a sense of adventure, a yearning to experience the world around me. I was able to dive into books, expose myself to different worlds and places. There was nowhere I couldn’t be. I could go to lands where dragons took flight or bask in the shadow of the great pyramids. There were no boundaries.231892-fantasy

I was a young girl yet I could go where ever I wanted. I could be whatever I wanted to be. The only limit was my very own mind. It was in those young moments that formed who I am today. I am who I am because my teacher Ms. Drives and J.K. Rowling taught me how to dream!

LogoThis is an essay that I handed to a contest at school. I’m hoping that it’s good enough to at least get second or third place. I don’t think it’s that fantastic to get first but who knows. It would be cool to win something. Although with my horrible luck, I won’t hold my breath. I hope you all enjoy though!

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2 Responses to Opening the Gilded Doors

  1. Carleen Pedersen says:

    I did enjoy it! It was a really good read. I love how descriptive your writing is. Is give you first place!

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