Smiling ecstatically my stubby 3 year old legs thundered into the brightly lit library, taking off in what seemed to me as a sprint, but in reality was the waddle of a very happy penguin.
I stopped for a fleeting second to admire the world around me. Rows among rows of the thing I loved most, books. My tiny body gazed up at the shining lights that surrounded me, practically squealing with delight at the sight of the thousands of books that covered the walls. Unfortunately however those thousands of books I could not read yet, so I waddled over to the flamboyantly painted red fire truck practically screaming for attention. Along my little rigorous excursion I encountered a hindrance that seemed to freeze time itself. Wondrous eyes widened in …show more content…
Surprisingly in a nimble fashion I swiftly stepped to the side and watched the sinister monster crash to the floor and drown into the ocean of stampeding feet. I was confident that nothing would deter me from my voyage, nothing would stop me from accomplishing my goal: to plop down on the famous fire truck and get my hands on a cheerful picture book, certainly guaranteeing a joyous 3 year old. I was confident because getting my hands on a book was something I was surely destined for. After successfully dodging the flying book I ventured on and resumed my journey. With no apparent haste I strolled through the rows of books as if I owned the place. My tiny toddler self was confident about reaching the destination safely, or so I thought. Suddenly my stubby little legs slipped on a tiny toy car and I tumbled to the floor with an echoing thud. Of course a normal toddler’s instinct after taking a little tumble would have been to cry, but I was no normal toddler. Heaving myself to my feet I stared down the poor toy car and kicked it as far as I could. Before I knew it, I had reached my destination, the bright red fire truck, but there was one problem...I wasn’t tall enough to hop in. I grabbed onto the ledge and I was about to begin struggling a hand hoisted me up. Slowly I turned around to
I stopped for a fleeting second to admire the world around me. Rows among rows of the thing I loved most, books. My tiny body gazed up at the shining lights that surrounded me, practically squealing with delight at the sight of the thousands of books that covered the walls. Unfortunately however those thousands of books I could not read yet, so I waddled over to the flamboyantly painted red fire truck practically screaming for attention. Along my little rigorous excursion I encountered a hindrance that seemed to freeze time itself. Wondrous eyes widened in …show more content…
Surprisingly in a nimble fashion I swiftly stepped to the side and watched the sinister monster crash to the floor and drown into the ocean of stampeding feet. I was confident that nothing would deter me from my voyage, nothing would stop me from accomplishing my goal: to plop down on the famous fire truck and get my hands on a cheerful picture book, certainly guaranteeing a joyous 3 year old. I was confident because getting my hands on a book was something I was surely destined for. After successfully dodging the flying book I ventured on and resumed my journey. With no apparent haste I strolled through the rows of books as if I owned the place. My tiny toddler self was confident about reaching the destination safely, or so I thought. Suddenly my stubby little legs slipped on a tiny toy car and I tumbled to the floor with an echoing thud. Of course a normal toddler’s instinct after taking a little tumble would have been to cry, but I was no normal toddler. Heaving myself to my feet I stared down the poor toy car and kicked it as far as I could. Before I knew it, I had reached my destination, the bright red fire truck, but there was one problem...I wasn’t tall enough to hop in. I grabbed onto the ledge and I was about to begin struggling a hand hoisted me up. Slowly I turned around to