When I was a little girl..

I aspired to be sooo many things...a ballerina, a teacher (like my mama), an interior decorator...Then, I grew up a little, read a few books, got lost in my own imagination and for a while, sincerely believed that I could be the next Beatrix Potter, Beverly Cleary or Judy Blume. When I was 8, my mamma bought me Crockett Johnson's Harold and the Purple Crayon, the cutest little book about a small boy who draws this amazing world of adventure with a simple crayon. I read that book, like a million times or more, wishing that one day, maybe I could create a imaginary world that children could loose themselves in. Last semester some time, I was in Barnes and Noble and ran across the book. I bought it immediately cause I just had to have it. Maybe I'll read it tonight...