June 4, 2013 by kristin
At the doctor’s office yesterday, I found a dog-eared copy of Syd Hoff’s 1958 classic Danny and the Dinosaur in a bin of books meant to entertain the doctor’s smaller patients. My husband attempted to read it to our 6-month-old, while she lunged at it repeatedly, determined to get it in her mouth. (She did not succeed – books are sacred around here, not chew toys!)
Looking at the images – even upside down from my vantage point across the exam table – prompted a visceral reaction in me. It was as if each picture was a breeze lifting the corner of the curtain between adulthood and childhood, and I could feel again – so briefly – what it was like to be a child. I could feel the wonder of staring at these illustrations and imagining what IF, of admiring the simple lines and thinking, “Maybe I could draw that, too.”
This has happened for me with other books – The Monster at the End of This Book, Cookie Monster and the Cookie Tree, and Mr. Bell’s Fixit Shop, a particularly charming story about an old man fixing a girl’s broken doll. I have made a point to acquire them – and many, many others – for my daughter, and sharing them with her has been one of the most wonderful parts of being a parent.
Not only do I get to enjoy hearing her laughter when Grover is embarrassed to discover HE is the monster at the end of the book, I have the pleasure of knowing that one day some of these same books will give her a nostalgic thrill, too.
So what books take you back to your childhood?
Sorry, comments are closed.