In my room, on the floor, lies my quiet corner I adore. It is dark and still, old but new. No one goes in it, but I cannot tell why. Maybe they are scared. It is the tiniest bit dark. Maybe they think something will pop out at them, but nothing would, except maybe my cute dog. But these are just guesses. I may never know why these people are scared.
This is my favorite spot in the house. This is where I read. This is where I take trips with the Vikings. This is where I go on a hike with the African tribe. This is where my imagination lives! It is here, in this specific corner. There is nothing to be afraid of, good people of the world! It’s just a corner. Please come in.
By Sara, 3rd grade
[photo by Nathan Griffith via flickr]