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VIRGINIA PRODAN<br />
my eyes. As I slowed, I imagined the swing was my mother,<br />
rocking me, telling me everything would be okay.<br />
I looked out beyond my front gate and thought, I could<br />
run away and be miles from here before they returned. It wasn’t<br />
the first time I’d fantasized about leaving. Many nights lying<br />
in bed, I’d plan my escape, but I would usually fall asleep<br />
before I formed a solid plan. I stared back up into the sky.<br />
But then again, I mused, where would I go?<br />
I was trapped.<br />
<strong>The</strong> breeze blew a leaf across my novel, reminding me<br />
that I wasn’t alone. My friends were in my books, and with<br />
them I could travel to wonderful places on my own vacations.<br />
I traveled to Spain with Ernest Hemingway in the pages <strong>of</strong><br />
For Whom the Bell Tolls and witnessed the tale <strong>of</strong> a young<br />
American who fought and died there. I was transported to<br />
the American Civil War with Harriet Beecher Stowe, the little<br />
lady who—according to President Lincoln—started that big<br />
war. Her book, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, showed me the merciless<br />
reality <strong>of</strong> slavery. It also showed me how love can heal. Shogun<br />
introduced me to the Japanese culture and educated me on<br />
the Japanese art <strong>of</strong> flower arranging called ikebana.<br />
As each fictional character became my new friend,<br />
I took courage. I recognized that “the future belongs to<br />
those who believe in the beauty <strong>of</strong> their dreams,” as Eleanor<br />
Roosevelt said.<br />
I rose from the swing and picked up Jane Eyre. I’d read<br />
it twice already. I understood Jane. Her adopted parents<br />
detested her quiet but passionate character. <strong>The</strong>y also hated<br />
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