Reading History

I pulled myself up into my favorite climbing tree and settled myself down to read history. As I read, the history book came alive. I was living in the history. Everything became real. I was on the ship with Columbus, I was Queen with Isabella. I wept with Princess Margaret at the lost of her child and husband. I was in terror with Princess Juanna. History made itself alive.

Yet, as I sat and reflected, I was still in the tree in the real world and was glad to be there. I am not a princess. I do not have to worry about being put through a political marriage or betrothal.
I thank God for creating me who I am and placing me here.