Besides dr. seuss and the three little pigs this is one of the only other books I remember reading as a child. Of course I had remembered it much differently: mainly blissful dancing, dramatic adventure, and the narration being much longer. I had created the story out of the ideals and imaginations of a child. Now that I have re read it because I mistakenly thought I forgot what it was about, it has diminished to something as simple as a child being scolded and thinking in his room.
This is the beauty of nostalgia.
Posted by ABOUT at 8:13 PM