Last night I stopped in at my dad's house to pick up a couple children's books for one of my classes. As I looked over the shelf of choices, memories spilled over me. Memories of reading these books, alone and with my siblings, sprawled on the couch or curled up in one of my hideouts. These were the books that introduced me to the literary world. Just running my fingers over their well-worn titles, I could recall the images, the stories, and all the emotions that accompanied the time spent reading them. I did not find the books I was looking for (a series which somehow all NINE of my siblings still remember fondly!), but I did find several other books which hold significant memories for me in their yellowed pages.
By the way, if any of you are looking for an awesome children's book series, the "Woodland Folk" by Tony Wolf is my hands-down childhood favorite. You can check out some of the illustrations from the books at http://knittingiris.typepad.com/knitting_iris/2007/01/woodland_folk_b.html. I can't wait to track down our family's old series, wherever they are, and get lost in their magic!
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