Mini Me

I decided to participate in Jay Asher's challenge by posting a much younger photo of myself, since I write for middle grade and earlier. I remember when this photo was taken (about winter '74) and what a treat it was to be under specially adjusted lights. This tells you a bit about the kind of kid I was. . . .Quite honestly, not much has changed.

Recalling age three is a pleasant thing. I lived as an only child until I was six. Things were quiet and uncomplicated, there were oodles of imaginary friends and the fluffy pink rug in my bedroom. Love was all around.

Writing for children takes me back to these kinds of memories all the time. I guess I love childhood; my own stories and listening to other people's recollections. Perhaps it's the distance and the sweetness (for us lucky ones) that makes it seem so magical, like another planet altogether. That's what young childhood is to me--a sparkly little world that gets more and more reflective with the gentle polish of memory.

Do you have any vivid recollections from your childhood to share? Do tell. :o)