Thursday, January 27, 2011

Childhood

When I was a young child around the age of eight, my family and I went to a horse-riding camp for a week.

The "fun trail rides" they featured were less than thrilling, and I had no choice but to scheme a rebellious escape.

My guide, who must have underestimated my strong will, let go of the reins with which the horse was controlled.

So there I sat on that gleaming horse, a burning desire to run free with it boiling in my veins.

The guide started talking to someone else, distracted. Here was my chance! I took off on that auburn stallion, bursting at full speed over the short distance of the camp. The wind blew my hair across my face, the thrill of the flight sending my heart racing. The horse's flawless steps thudded against the grass as we flew past my camper and past my shrieking mother. In that moment, I was free.


Wednesday, January 26, 2011

A Brief Introduction

Good morning!

I'm M.J.

What am I interested in? Coffee, camels, rainy days, and a good book.

If I were an ostrich, I would want to be spotted like a giraffe.

Someday I would like to become a novelist, but I know that the real world is harder than I'd like to imagine it is. Perhaps I'll fall back on being a coffee-maker or perhaps a flight attendant.

I really enjoy The Chronicles of Narnia because of the realistic characters and bright, colorful descriptions that C.S. Lewis uses and how, even when their magical adventures are over, they have only just begun the real journey.

~M.J.