I admit it. I’m 43 years old and I still read children’s books.
I know it sounds a bit silly, but many of those classic kid’s stories remain my favorites.
Who doesn’t love Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss? Who doesn’t enjoy stories about Winnie-the-Pooh and his friends in the Hundred Acre Wood? Who wouldn’t like to be half as mischievous as Curious George?
When I talk about writers I admire most, Lucy Maud Montgomery and Laura Ingalls Wilder top my list. Funny thing is, I didn’t appreciate the work of either of these talented writers until I was in my early twenties.
I like to tell people about my first attempt to read Wilder’s Little House on the Prairie. I was in fifth grade. We had to pick a book and write a report. I chose this book because Little House on the Prairie, starring Michael Landon and Melissa Gilbert, was my favorite television show. The show was in its original run on NBC at that time.
I don’t think I got three chapters into the book before I decided there was no way I could finish it. What could I do?
My solution: write a book report using the show as inspiration. I still don’t know what Ms. Fritch thought of my inaccurate essay. I received a C- on the report – the worst grade I had ever received up to that point. Imagine my surprise years later when I read the book and discovered it was nothing like the show at all.
Lesson learned. I’ve never written a report on a book I didn’t finish since then.
Whether you’re nine or 90, it’s nice to revisit classic children’s books from time to time. It’s all that much better when you share them with a young person.