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I truly love this week’s prompt, but I’ll be honest–I did no soul-searching to dig up my childhood favorites. Instead, I listed the first few that came to mind. I limited the list to legitimate childhood years-strictly below age thirteen. I recommend them all.
The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes- by DuBose Heyward, Marjorie Flack (Illustrator). Memories of my grandma reading this to me, all snuggled in her bed during sleepovers, are some of my most treasured. She kept a handful of children’s books about, but I always went back to this one. A fantasy tale of quiet sacrifice and duty to humankind by a loving momma rabbit.
Madeline by Ludwig Bemelmans. I was no rule breaker as a child and I’d never be accused of being a rebel in adulthood. Yet I was fascinated by wee orphan Madeline’s exploits, where she continually escaped the watchful eyes of her nun chaperone and got into as many precarious situations as a cheeky child in France could.
Charlotte’s Web-by E.B. White. I’ve waxed poetic about this classic before, but I challenge anyone to find a better tale of friendship and sacrifice than that fleeting friendship demonstrated by Charlotte and Wilbur.
The Little House Collection-by Laura Ingalls Wilder. Wilder’s beloved canon has taken a media beating in recent years for racial insensitivity, and the critics are right. The images and portrayals of Native Americans are stereo-typically cringe-worthy but it doesn’t change how I felt about reading Little House as a child. To me, Laura’s tales of life on the prairie were adventure stories wrapped in the comfort of Ma’s quilt and the lullaby of Pa’s fiddle.
The Baby-sitter’s Club-by Ann M. Martin. Kristy, Mary Anne, Stacey and Claudia were my original girl gang. I lived and breathed BSC. Ironically, I never once baby-sat when I was their age because I had two older sisters to do the job.
Please tell me your favorite childhood stories, I know I’m forgetting so many I’ve read.