We all know the story backwards and forwards. That is, Sam, Ben, and I do. For Jason, it's his first time. The rest of us lie comfortably, listening to the words flow over us, knowing what's coming next, anticipating certain phrases and words. But Jason is tensely riveted to the storyline. Sometimes he lies still with the rest of us, and snuggles his head on my shoulder. But then something unexpected happens, and he sits straight up and stares at the dark screen of Sam's laptop. Then he has his head under his blanket, and Sam or I pull it off. He'll lie still and pretend he's not scared, and then he sits up again. When the half an hour is up, he begs for more. And when we turn the light on, everyone squints, but Jason is wearing a radiant smile. There is nothing as marvelous as being seven years old and entering Narnia for the first time.
Written by Lydia at 8:46 AM