Yes, I know, I already wrote a post this morning; one about SMUDGE and the giveaways and the lucky winner who was conceived in a patch of four-leaf clovers. (Actually, I discovered there was some truth in that. Well, the four-leaf clover part - but it had to do with an oak log on a driveway, not where she was conceived. At least I don't think--)
Aaaanyway, I didn't want to let the entire day to go by without pausing a moment to pay tribute to a man who was very influential to my writing career:
You see, Dr. Seuss is my most beloved author hero. I've always adored his books; their silliness, the way they make me laugh (and stare), the way rules are broken to make up brand new words no one's ever used before, and the way the illustrations magically transform those fantastic words into real, living, breathing, creatures. Dr. Seuss was the one who sparked my love of letters and words.
When I was young, I read his books over and over again, committing them to memory and even tape recording myself reading them. (Yes, tape recording myself – that was the extent of technology back then! What can I say?) A few years ago, I accidentally threw out my only live recording of reading Mr. Brown can Moo… Can You? and One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. When I realized what I’d done, I cried. It still makes me so sad to think about it.
So, here's to you, Dr. Seuss, on your birthday. Your forever fan, Claudia.
When You Were Small
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