#SixforSunday – Books From Your Childhood

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Hello Everyone!

#SixforSunday is hosted by A Little But A Lot, and each week, there’s a different prompt, and you list six books that fit the prompt. The theme for November is a celebration of kids’ books!

This week’s topic for Six for Sunday is books from your childhood, and I decided to stick to picture books for this prompt. This was a fun topic to write about because I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about books I used to love now that my boyfriend has a niece. While I was brainstorming this topic, I somehow remembered a few books that I had completely forgotten about, which was a nice thing to remember. One more thing that I should mention is that one of the entries on this list is a bit depressing, but I felt like I should include it anyway.

Pickle Things by Marc Brown: This was one of my favourite books as a child, and somehow, I had completely forgotten about it. This is a silly, rhyming picture book about all the things that a pickle isn’t. I was obsessed with this book, and I remember reading it repeatedly when I was younger. If you’re curious, I found a video of someone reading Pickle Things, and here’s the link if you’re interested.

The Paper Bag Princess by Robert Munsch: I read a lot of Robert Munsch growing up, but The Paper Bag Princess was probably my favourite story of his. I loved the idea of the princess saving the day, especially when there were so many stories about the princess needing saving. I also liked that this book had a dragon in it because dragons are super cool.

Chicken Soup with Rice by Maurice Sendak: This is another book that I had completely forgotten about, but I remember loving as a kid. I don’t remember much about this book, but I remember having a tiny edition of it, and I thought it was so cool. I had to look up the book on YouTube to remember the story, and I think the reason I liked it so much was the rhyming poems on each page.

The Next Place by Warren Hanson: This is the depressing entry on the list that I warned you about. When I was six years old, my mother passed away from cancer two days after Christmas. Somebody gave me this book shortly after, and I can’t tell you what it made me feel (really, I can’t tell you what it makes me feel almost 21 years later), but I know that the book is important. It’s one of the few picture books that I still have a copy of, and I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of it.

The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle: I remember being obsessed with Eric Carle when I was a kid, and I would always want to take one of his books out from the library. The funny thing is, I know that The Very Hungry Caterpillar wasn’t my favourite, but it’s the only one that I can remember. I do remember liking this book because I thought it was cool that all of the pages had little holes to show the caterpillar eating through all of the things.

Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne: Last but not least, is Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne. I remember having a set of Winnie the Pooh stories when I was growing up. I think there were eight books in total, and when the set was together, it made a rainbow of sorts. I always loved the characters in the Hundred Acre Wood, and I know that my set of these books were very well-loved.

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