Heigh-ho! I’m Laura and I’m here to tell you the story of the past.
How did I get into this world of people of the past? It’s like this. During a summer when I was in high school (Yeah, I went to high school, so I can share your pain), I was whining to my mom that I was bored. She gave me one of those looks that only a mother can give.
MOM: “How can you be bored?”
ME: “I’m 16, and it’s summer, and my friends aren’t here.”
MOM: “Make new friends.”
Mom points to the book case in the living room.
ME: “Friends? There?”
MOM: “Best friends in the world are in those books.”
Not wanting to be outsmarted by mother, I did this side glance thing. That’s when I heard the voice.
VOICE: “Psst, over here.”
I looked back to where mom had been standing. She wasn’t there. She was in the kitchen organizing papers on the table.
VOICE: “Not your mom, me.”
I turned back to the books. There, a book stood out. Its title? War and Peace. What a weird title! So I had to pick it up. I began to read…