I am an old woman, I'll give you that.
Old enough to remember loving Judy Blume books. I think I've read them all.
Some of my favorites include, "Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret," "Superfudge," and "Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself."
I'm also a big Beverly Cleary fan. "Mouse and the Motorcycle." "Ramona Quimby, Age 8."
And then, there's the greats like Roald Dahl. "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." "The BFG." "The Twits." "Fantastic Mr. Fox."
And so, it is with great delight that I watch my seven-year old son and five-year old daughter devouring these books.
They too are falling in love with the authors, the characters, the brilliant stories and begging to trek to the library to dive into new tales...enabling me to relive my childhood all over again.
And so, I leave you with one of my favorite paragraphs from "Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing."
"Both my mother and my father are always warning me never to talk to strangers in the park. Because a lot of dope-pushers hang aroung there. But taking dope is even dumber than smoking, so nobody's going to hook me!"
I guess some things have changed since the '70's. Maybe I need to have a chat with my kiddos about the resident dope pushers or maybe how not to get hooked? Good times.