Where does your mind go when you read? I honestly can’t say where your mind would go, but I know exactly where mine goes. It goes to a place where only one thing can take you. It’s the one thing that everyone has, some just stronger than others. It’s imagination.
When I pick up one of those spine bound, musty smelling tomes that have sat on the shelf of the library aging, I can feel the story within its ink blotted pages squirming with anticipation, just waiting to be read by hungry eyes. I open the book, excitement worming its way into my body and I drop into the story as if all it was was a pool of crystal clear water. I am no longer reading the printed words on yellowed, years-gone-by paper. I am experiencing the story from a completely different perspective.
I forget where I’m at in reality because when I read, I’m living in the story. I become the characters, I feel their emotions and I feel their pain. I shed tears when they cry and cringe when a “friend” of mine gets kicked in his you-know-whos. I even feel the need to rummage around for a band-aid when my character gets cut by a sword or receives a scrape from a rusty staircase.
But if I am disturbed while reading, I’m ripped out of the story’s world and tossed back in reality, once again having to face the fact that the book is only a story and I reside here on this plane of living. Once I finally get over my frustration I shrug and dive back into the story’s pool, happy to be swimming around with my character, friends, enemies, and adventures.
Subject: Where Does Your Mind Go? 
Sun Sep 12, 2010 8:46 pm
