My "Australia"

Judy Viorst’s book, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, was one of my favorites as a child. I was a little bit of a moody kid and it comforted me to know I wasn't the only one who had bad days. I also thought that if I ran away to some far off magical place, I would be able to escape the bad days. My magical place was not necessarily Australia like Alexander’s was but it was very similar. It was somewhere with animals because I thought that it was impossible to have a bad day when surrounded by fluffy animals that love you. My “Australia” was a beach with crystal clear turquoise water and white sand. When I got older, I realized that the closest thing to a place with no bad days was my own home with family and friends.