Re-Read All My Childhood Books
There are some thing that make us feel like a kid again...swingsets, Disneyland, having children (or so I hear), and eating sloppy hot fudge sundaes are only a few. I have to add a big one to the list...re-reading the books you owned when you were little. I mean LITTLE. Like...3-years-old.
Luckily, I have a mother who is a sentimental hoarder. That means that she has kept literally every single book I have ever owned...everything from The Velveteen Rabbit to The Boxcar Children to Bill Nye Science books.
Its a strange feeling when you dig through a box of your childhood books and you run across a familiar cover. Then you flip through the images...memories start to come back to you. Instinctually, you know what is going to happen on the next page, even if you can't clearly remember it. You really start to feel like a kid again, you remember what it was like. It is honestly one of the oddest feelings I have had as an adult.
I love that my mother chose books for me that taught good values, especially values that showed me how to be a strong woman. Plain Jane was a tale of a princess who wasn't so pretty...The Farthest Away Mountain told me that any girl could have a true adventure. These characters were intelligent...these Princesses saved their Kingdoms, they didn't sit around waiting to be rescued.
At a later age, the books that stand out the most to me are the Bunnicula series. I literally laughed out loud while reading them...so hard that my stomach hurt; that isn't even something I can say about most books I read as an adult. In case you aren't familiar with the series, Bunnicula is about a vampire bunny that sucks the juices out of vegetables, and Chester the cat who is always trying to thwart his veggie-sucking ways. Then there is Harold the Dog, the patient family dog who acts as a casual observer and narrator of the shenanigans. It truly is one of the best tween book series ever written!
Thank you Mom for being a hoarder of all my childhood mementos. See, you knew someday I would grow up to write a blog about it! ;) Love you.
Luckily, I have a mother who is a sentimental hoarder. That means that she has kept literally every single book I have ever owned...everything from The Velveteen Rabbit to The Boxcar Children to Bill Nye Science books.
Its a strange feeling when you dig through a box of your childhood books and you run across a familiar cover. Then you flip through the images...memories start to come back to you. Instinctually, you know what is going to happen on the next page, even if you can't clearly remember it. You really start to feel like a kid again, you remember what it was like. It is honestly one of the oddest feelings I have had as an adult.
I love that my mother chose books for me that taught good values, especially values that showed me how to be a strong woman. Plain Jane was a tale of a princess who wasn't so pretty...The Farthest Away Mountain told me that any girl could have a true adventure. These characters were intelligent...these Princesses saved their Kingdoms, they didn't sit around waiting to be rescued.
At a later age, the books that stand out the most to me are the Bunnicula series. I literally laughed out loud while reading them...so hard that my stomach hurt; that isn't even something I can say about most books I read as an adult. In case you aren't familiar with the series, Bunnicula is about a vampire bunny that sucks the juices out of vegetables, and Chester the cat who is always trying to thwart his veggie-sucking ways. Then there is Harold the Dog, the patient family dog who acts as a casual observer and narrator of the shenanigans. It truly is one of the best tween book series ever written!
Thank you Mom for being a hoarder of all my childhood mementos. See, you knew someday I would grow up to write a blog about it! ;) Love you.
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