![]() ![]() So you may have missed these classics during your formative years. What’s wrong with this picture?)Īs someone who was already of “advanced maternal age” with her first pregnancy, I realize that most of my readers with young kids were born in the 1980s, or even the ’90s. Never thinking for a moment that there could be anything problematic about this action, or this choice. And eagerly looked forward to revisiting these beloved books from my childhood. So when Kimmie’s fifth birthday approached, I bought the girls their very own Little House boxed set. Eventually, I was doing all the reading, with his help. Over time, it switched to me reading a page, then him, then me again. But on Saturdays, I would sit in his lap and he would read a chapter to me. Most nights my father came home from work long after my bedtime. I learned how to read on those books, at my father’s side. It was still on the air the Christmas I turned five, when I received my very own 9-volume boxed set of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s classic children’s series, based on her memories of a childhood shaped by westward migration in the late 19th century United States. When I was growing up, the Little House On The Prairie TV series was in its first run. I have a confession to make: I was born in the 1970s. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |