where the wild things are

when i was little, i used to love going to the library, i would devour books like they were the finest of chocolates! my mom would let me get as many as i could carry and she did this every week. i am forever grateful that she did! i remember reading where the wild things are as a child. my mother hated that book and tried to discourage me from ever checking it out, but i loved it. i was so fascinated by the fact that max could take a boat to a far away place and be truly bad. i didn't know all of the things that were happening in my life, but i always felt as if i went somewhere and was truly bad, but then i could come home and be normal again. in my mind i would tell myself that i was just taking a midnight boat ride and getting out my true feelings where i wouldn't hurt anyone, but i also was aware that the monsters i was cavorting with seemed so much bigger and meaner than i. i clung to that book, to the fact that other people seemed to write about going somewhere else, that they didn't care if it sounded weird. i escaped through books, through imagination, through thoughts, it was a saving grace in my life, as while terrible things were being done to me, i could picture myself stronger, able to do marvelous things, and almost having super powers, like the ability to not let tears roll down my face at the wrong time, i know now how much being able to picture myself far away from the situation saved my life, time and time again. i used to hate the fact that my mind worked that way, i used to be ashamed, but now i embrace it and am grateful to god that my mind did work that way. so no matter how much my mother hated that book about beasts and wild things, i will always remember it and smile