When I was a kid, my mom and I used to go for walks around the man-made lake near our house in our planned community. There was an amazing hill that you had to go down. I used to love riding my bike full speed down that hill. I can still remember the mini hills that you had to bend your knees for as you went flying down the path. It was exhilarating. There were benches along the path that went around the lake. One time, I took a book with me. It was the Secret Garden. I still remember how heavy that book was. I still remember the green cover. I took the book with me because as much as I loved riding my bike at full speed down that hill, I wanted to find out what happened next in the story. What was the key for? Would she ever find the door? I remember saying goodbye to my mom as I was about to start reading. The world around me disappeared, and I was transported to Victorian England in a lonely manor house. I love it when books do that.