....there was a little girl who made up plays about Care Bears and Smurfs and Gummi Bears. She made masks and costumes for her brother and sister and directed them. She wrote scripts and illustrated backdrops with construction paper or anything they could get their hands on. She wrote (and illustrated) a children's book about Super Oreo an extraordinary cream-filled cookie. Now the little girl is grown with a little girl of her own who directs plays about Spongebob and Patrick or life-sized games of monopoly.
It is truly funny how small bits of our childhood come back to haunt us as parents. I recall my mother telling me of a book she wrote as a child. I remember seeing said book when I was a child. I am not sure where "Super Oreo" is but I have many other pieces to show my child some rainy day.
I aspire to write, it brings me great joy and I can spin a number of tales at any given moment, does that make me a success waiting to happen? Doubtful. It does make me a lucky person who has the opportunity to do something I enjoy, even if I only share it with my nearest and dearest.
Once upon a time......well you know how it goes, the possibilities are endless.....