Thursday, July 28, 2011


There were days when I would sit in the back of my mother's closet, tucked between the crates of scarves and winter hats, with the hems of special-occasion dresses brushing my head, wishing desperately to get to Narnia.  I would dig my heels into the floor and make sure the door was tightly closed, the lights off, pressing the back of my head against the too-solid wall, sure that at any moment it would give way to cold and prickly branches like in "The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe."  I wanted to play chess with the ruby-eyed knights at Cair Paravel and sail out to the world's end in the Dawn Treader with Caspian, reaching the wall of water that stretches to the sky.  I didn't want to be there for the Last Battle, to see the destruction (though I still don't understand why poor Susan wasn't in Aslan's Land at the end), but how I longed to visit the Dancing Lawn or the high barren Ettinsmoor where the giants lived!
Did you ever want to visit an imaginary place?  Was it Narnia?


  1. yes and yes!
    I think we just need to find the RIGHT wardrobe :)

  2. Okay, are you up for visiting any old English houses in the countryside anytime soon?