As
a kid, reading picture books was the "bomb-diggity". I read books
from Caillou, to Where the Wild Things Are, but my favorite out
of all was Harold and the Purple Crayon. That book had a very
special place in my heart. First of all, purple was my favorite color, and who wouldn’t
want to read a book about a little boy creating his own world with just a
simple crayon? I loved the book so much; I thought I could make my own world
with a crayon… By drawing on the walls. (lol) I was alone a lot when I was
little, and it looked like Harold was too, so I learned that it was okay to be
alone, as long as you have a huge imagination.
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.
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