Learning from Ida B.

The most beautiful thing about writing is that not one thought is the same as the next.  One sentence can be interpreted in a million different ways.  You choose what you want to create, what you want to see, what you want to take and what you want to give.

Everyone and anyone is welcome to hear my words because I feel too much and love too much to not want to share it.

Ida B. has always been a reminder to me of what I want to become.  In my favorite childhood "chapter book", this young adventurous girl is faced with challenges I myself haven't even come close to going through.  I guess Ida B. reminds me of myself when I was little.  I kind of lived in my own world.  Not really sure of anything and didn't really care that I wasn't sure.  All I wanted to do was play pretend and imagine perfect worlds.  Maybe that's why I don't see much bad in the world today.  I don't really know how.

 I want to try and think about her more during the day.  I'll think of a vivacious little girl who loves her family's orchard, and has no siblings.  Who's parents love her dearly and has to live with her mother having Leukemia.  I can't even imagine.  I don't really want to imagine.  That's why I want to remember her and be grateful for the blessings in my life that keep increasing day by day.

Ida B.
By: Katherine Hannigan

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