Elementary, My Dear Reader
My elementary school librarian, Mrs. Ponce, was a remarkable woman. In second grade, she seemed to be so old yet I look back and realize she was my current age (no, I won’t tell). I was reading well above my grade level in second grade. While other teachers always led me back to books that were appropriate for my age. Mrs. Ponce recognized I was chomping at the bit for more.
Nancy Drew? done
The Hardy Boys? ha
C.S. Lewis? that was more like it
Christopher White? getting there
Heinlein? oh yeah
Like a yummy, decadent soft serve ice cream cone from Jimmie Cone (best soft serve ice cream ever) I devoured books. Then Ms. Ponce led me to non-fiction. She showed me where to find the fact behind the fiction. Allowing me to expand my world even farther. Without limiting my interests, she taught me how to appreciate the structure of a good story. The library was heaven.
I’ve read thousands of books spanning the serious to sublime. When I couldn’t find a story to satiate my appetite? I started telling my own, learning from authors old and new.
The most valuable life skill is to share is the simple pleasure of unleashing the imagination.
Read on my friends.