When I read books, I get sucked into their world and I have a hard time escaping. This becomes problematic with science fiction and fantasy novels where the stories aren't even set on this planet. Jane Austen gives me grief because I'm not British, and I begin speaking like I'm from the early nineteenth century. Anything by Lucy Maud Montgomery takes me a lifetime to get over. No really, I've never escaped. Ever. And I don't want to.
Today I found this place, and what did I instantly think?
I have my own Lake of Shining Waters!
Then I began frolicking around the small pond, dancing in the rain like I was Maria von Trapp.
It was a really good day.