I believe I have ridden the Hogwarts Express, voyaged on the Dawn Treader, been carried by seagulls in a giant peach, flown to Camazotz on the back of Mrs. Witch, and hiked up God’s Thumb.
I believe a Canadian goose taught me to fly, a spider taught me to expand my vocabulary, Ramona Quimby taught me what to expect in kindergarten, and Cassie Logan taught me to battle injustice.
I believe I have been a sarcastic fourth-level djinni, a puppeteer bandit in Japan, a whipping boy for Prince Brat, a runaway to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the Receiver of Memories for a pain-free community.
I believe I have taken a drink from the spring of eternal life, I have helped save Miss Honey from the Trunchbull, I have brought my toys to life inside a magic cupboard, and I have guarded my family from a vampire bunny.
I believe I learned about friendship in Terabithia, learned about equality on a raft floating down the Mississippi River, learned about heartbreak from the death of two coonhounds, and learned about courage fighting the Manta Diablo for the black pearl.
I believe Aslan watched over me when I was scared of the dark, Anne Shirley was one of my best friends in middle school, Vickie Austin helped me find my voice when I dreamed of being a writer, and my husband might be secretly jealous of Harry Potter.
I believe words are the spell, I am the magic, and every time I open a book I can make it real.