As a kid, I devoured books like Where the Wild Things Are and Where the Sidewalk Ends, drawn to their sense of adventure and imagination. I loved getting lost in the chaos of Cars and Trucks and Things That Go, following every little detail on the pages, like a scavenger hunt for the best story. The Giving Tree made me feel things I didn’t quite have words for yet—something about love, loss, and sacrifice that stuck with me long after I closed the book.
Then there was The Big Snow, which felt quiet and patient, like watching the seasons change through a window. I liked that it wasn’t just about winter—it was about preparation, survival, the rhythm of nature. And dinosaurs? I couldn’t get enough of them. Their size, their mystery, the idea that the world used to belong to these enormous creatures—it fascinated me.
Looking back, I think these books shaped how I see the world. I still love stories that blend adventure with a little bit of melancholy. I still appreciate details, whether in a book or in life. And I still get excited about dinosaurs—because some childhood loves never really fade.
Favorite Books as a kid
- Where the Wild Things Are
- Where the Sidewalk Ends
- Cars, and Trucks, and Things The Go
- The Giving Tree
- The Big Snow
- The Foundling
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