Even in the unhappiest of childhoods, there's a mysterious place where the child believes in elves and assorted magical beings. It's a gift, to help the child survive. I know. I've been there. And I was lucky to have a mother who had me reading by the age of 5, so that I could read about that magical world too.
Books have kept me going through the tough times, and keep me happy in the good times. To all the many authors whose books I read and enjoy, thank you! Don't ever stop writing.