My favorite childhood book.
This is one I had to actually reach out to my parents for. I always remember reading Where the sidewalk ends by Shel Silverstein but for any particulate one, I’m not quite sure. I mean sure I loved all of the Dr. Suess books. I made sure my daughters owned them all! But none that were my “favorite”.
Where The Sidewalk Ends left me with an imagination. Throughout the poems in the book I found myself always wanting to continue them. I had one version that had a DVD in it, that was one I bought my girls because I’m know I didn’t grow up with anything but 33’s, 45’s, and 78’s. Not to date myself here, but at least I didn’t growing up listening to eight track tapes.
I suppose that’s why I fell in love with writing; or at least why it comes easy for me. I was born with an imagination. Which my ex husband and I instilled in our daughters (now 18 and 22) they always talk about how I made them go outside, play, use sidewalk chalk to draw towns, houses and ice cream shoppes, build forts and to just be imaginative.
Kids now a days don’t have a imagination. Everything is right there in front of them already thought up! If they became bored don’t worry, the creative geniuseses will come out with the next version, and the next, and the next and the next until their competition comes up something better, faster, louder, brighter and bolder.
I look at kids now a days and I become saddened at what they are missing out on. Cars made out of scrap wood, lemonade stands out of old refrigerator boxes. Hop-scotch, jump rope, tree-climbing, skin knees and puddle jumping.
I wonder sometimes…where did life go?
“Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans”. ~ Mr. Hollands Opus