What made you pick up your first book?
I had an interesting conversation with a good friend today. We talked about some of the beautiful moments in our childhood, and its so amazing that we lived so far apart from each other; She didn’t exist in my world 10years ago and neither did I in her world. And yet our perception is strikingly shaped by the same wonderful childhood experiences.
She’d seen some of the most unforgettable movies in my life, like the never ending story, Matilda and the boy who could fly. I still wonder how we both were influenced in the same stunning way, by these movies.
And as fate will have it, these stories have merged and meshed our worlds together. These childhood influences led us to fantasising about all those potentially wonderful worlds in our minds.
These experiences led us to picking up our first books. We wanted to live in the world of the never ending story. We wanted to read like the magical Matilda, and whats more even fly like the autistic boy in the boy who could fly.
Thoughts, Ideas and Experiences 