Harold and The Purple Crayon taught me things like; how to use my imagination. Every night I would go to sleep and create my own world in my dreams, but with a blue crayon! There would be everything I ever wanted. It was my own perfect world. It also taught me that it’s alright to be alone. I actually prefer being alone nowadays, and just like Harold, I draw.
My mother would read to me a lot, but because of her heavy Tagalog accent, I wasn’t too fond of getting read aloud too. I love reading alone, and I did that most of the time. Even though there were pictures, it gave me a chance to visualize and make a little movie in my mind. When teachers read to the whole class I would always fall asleep and would rather be reading by myself! My family has had the huge misconception that I’m allergic to books or something. They are so wrong. I was quite the book worm, and still am. In conclusion, I obviously still read picture books. I get that huge breeze of a nostalgic feeling and I just love them.
