My parent's attic is amazing. It is full of generations of weird junk that we got rid
of once but really it's all still there. On New Year's Day I ventured up
to their 3rd floor. It's dangerous; no real floor, some elk heads,
& at least 20 degrees colder than anywhere else in the world. Wait,
back story....when I was in elementary school, my mom used to go to the
grocery store every Saturday and would come back with a book for me. I
went through a long phase of only wanting a book from The Baby-Sitters
Club series. They were great but they made me nuts. After reading one it
was inevitable that I would start talking like the book in my head for
the next 3 days. In other words, I narrated every damn thing I did. I am
still embarrassed for my elementary self but it's fine. Maybe it made
me a better writer. Back to the attic. I was looking for these books
because I was sure I saved them. And I did. I can't stop thinking about how Ann M. Martin has to be a huge dork
to have written those books but I love her for it.
The best part was finding THIS inside Super Special #11:
Oh Lordy. Where oh where is my BSC collection? I hope I can find mine tucked away in my parents' attic, too.Perhaps they're next to my Barbie dolls.
ReplyDeleteyes! i met ann m martin when i was in elementary school. my mom lied & told us we were going to the beach, then surprised us by going to her book signing. i still have the book she signed for me. it was magical.
ReplyDeleteI have a recurring dream every few months where I am in my parents' or grandparents' attic and I discover a secret room I never knew about before. Those rooms had piles upon piles of stuff from my childhood that I thought was otherwise lost to the passage of time, but also antiques from a different era — typewriters, fainting couches, and all sorts of Victorian trinkets. It's always a fun dream to have, except for the sense of disappointment when I wake up and face a boring reality.
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