Book Therapy

by Misty Baker

Sometimes, I find myself wishing I was a kid again, especially when I get out of bed cracking and popping like Rice Krispies. I bet you wish you could turn back the hands of the clock of aging as well. But, if you really think back to when you were little, you might remember some big struggles. Like learning to ride your bike without training wheels. Learning to tie your shoes. Learning to read and write. Speech impediments. Getting glasses. That first day of school–so scary and exciting at the same time! Braces…ugh. Bullies and big brothers, and a multitude of bruises. Let’s not forget peanut or bee allergies.

Then there were tougher things. Losing grandparents. Divorce. Perhaps even poverty and abuse. Things we don’t understand fully as adults. Some of us had to grow up a lot quicker than we should have.

For me, when I…