Sunday, April 22, 2012
Book No. 77.
I was helping my little sister get ready to start school. The sister whom I used to watch Sesame Street with. Whom I walked to the playground with after school to play on the slides. Whom used to collect things with and store in our pockets when we went around the neighborhood.
In this simple story a child counts through the months, adding an item to her box to remind her of something special.
A snowman's scarf for January.
A wild daisy for May.
A red leaf for September.
It begs the question, What would you keep in a box to remember the year?
I wonder what she would have kept... and what we would have rediscovered as we explored the contents at the end of the year, when her box was full.