And, Again, Why Write for Kids?
Honestly, I’m not sure how to credit this, since it’s all over Facebook by now, including my page. I THINK I got it via someone’s page called “Burning Through Pages,” but I can never tell where things come from out there. It’s just so perfect, though, I’m sharing it here…again. And to whoever started it around, THANK YOU. Pure genius, yes.
How many Harry Potter glasses did kids absolutely have to have. How many wizard hats? Wands? Quidditch broom? And one of my most wonderful memories of books and my son: the time we read Ruth Stiles Gannett’s My Father’s Dragon, and out came the backpack and in went the best we could do, in terms of mimicking all the things Elmer used to outwit the animals. That backpack went everywhere for days! Back even further, when I was a little girl, in love with biographies, and I made a record paper out of binder paper & tape (Thomas Edison) and tied grass on my parents’ fruit trees (Luther Burbank). The imagination is an incredible thing, and the authors who feed it are gifts to us and our kids.
What was the book that got your child dressing up, experiencing that so-intense identification with a character in a book, that need to step into and be part of that story world?
I don’t have kids, so I can’t answer the question in the way you have asked it, but Anne of Green Gables is the one that did it for me. I went to school one day with my hair in braids and with freckles painted on my nose with watercolor paint. (I still long for freckles!) After I got a few stares about the freckles, I went and washed them off… but in my imagination they were still there!
Oh, that’s such a great story, Beth. I loved Anne, but I don’t think I ever thought I could be here–all the stuff she just poured out for the world, I’m a lot closer to her now! LOVE the freckles. 🙂