It is still Act Like a Kid Week and my mind wandered back to my early reading choices somewhere between the silly stories of Dr. Seuss and the negative utopia of George Orwell. I traveled back to the days when the only accepted poetry a fourth grader was permitted to enjoy came from Shel Silverstein. And while I may be trying to recapture the glory of my youth for the sake of the week at hand, I find myself up in the spare bedroom looking at my bookshelves, realizing that I do in fact... ...still own these books. I bought these back when I was a responsible adult just getting into my career as an electronics technician. I read through them every so often and forgot about them, figuring maybe I need to grow up. How silly I was to think that. Our bodies grow up and we rearrange our priorities, but we need to keep some of our youthful innocence.
If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer... If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in! --Invitation by Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk EndsI like this poem. It speaks to me in a way that says, "It doesn't matter who you are, where you come from or what you have to say, you are welcome here to share a story with the rest of us." This is a poem that takes me back to my youth and the days of telling those obviously made up stories. They were fun. What books take you back to your younger days? Do you still own these books or did you let them go?