I just had the greatest warm and cozy feeling. The experience reminded me of the very bestest part of childhood.
It wasn't comfort food.
It wasn't photographs.
It was a copy of my (now out-of-print) favorite children's book. Called "Peppermint." About a little white kitten in a candy shop who... oh never mind, it isn't important. The point is, I snagged a copy off ebay and was ever so happy to sit down and read it. (A process that took all of, what? three minutes.) It had been my absolute favorite when I was kid. I always wanted mom to read it to me. And she wouldn't read it all the time -- I think maybe she was afraid I'd want a kitten if I read it too much -- so it was my special occasion favorite book. I also remember reading it to a little girl I babysat for when I was a bit older. And then it disappeared off my radar and I haven't thought about it for a solid twenty years.
And now I have it again, and the familiar story and the familiar drawings are so comforting in a reconnecting-with-my-past sort of way. Amazing what a little memory-trigger can do.
1 comment:
very, very sweet entry. I love the reminiscent ones most of all. I'm not surprised that a story about a cat would be your favorite. That is you. :-)
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