We are moving. That’s an opportunity to purge your stuff; lighten your load, so to speak.
I am not a Pack Rat. BUT, over the years there are a few things I can’t seem to part with.
Some of my childhood books bring back such sweet memories that I haven’t been able to let them go. I’m connected to the memories of my mother reading to me and the rhythms of our favorite books, so I saved them for my son.
I thought he would be lured by rhymes of A.A. Milne and Dr. Suess. Not so. He preferred books about animals and nature.
Every few months I’d try again. “They’re changing guards at Buckingham Place, Christopher Robin went down with Alice…” That’s about as far as I’d get before we’d go and find My First Encyclopedia of African Animals, or Our Barnyard Friends. Facts before fancy; who doesn’t want their child to love animals? I let it go.
The temptation of the jaunty poems is too strong though. Maybe, I’ll add to the collection, or even write my own.
Where to start?
“What the cluck? Asked the duck.”
“I’ll grant your wish said the fish.”
Nah, they say write about what you know… it would be about a talking horse….of course! ;)