My Favorite Book

It’s a classic Monday night, mommy is finishing washing the dishes and daddy is watching a t.v. show about some handcraft that I really don’t understand, after all I’m only 8 years old; then suddenly my mommy says “ lest go to bed”, when I get in my bed I see that my mom goes right away to that nice bookshelf with bright colors that I like so much because it’s easy for me to reach my books. I tell my mom to please read me my favorite book, I like it so much because it has a language that I can understand the image of the characters look so real and I can imagine immediately been in the jungle and see the Mr. monkey with its looong tail and big eyes and then the kid that can communicate perfectly with the monkey, then I feel like flying, actually I’m, I’m swinging through the trees and I feel so light like a feather, but Oh¡ the kid of the jungle is holding me, but oh oh¡ what’s going on, we’re falling, MOM… Oh¡ thank God it was just a dream, that book made my imagination to make me feel like actually being in the jungle, I can’t wait for tomorrow’s adventure.