i looked up, mouth slightly agape

[images: p. o. zelinsky]

I remember reading this book eons ago... my other favourite was The Balloon Tree. Illustrations leave burning images in my head. lol, I think I had my head up in the clouds for the longest time growing up. I used to envision giant feet jumping over powerlines as I sat looking out the window of the car. My favourite past-time was dreaming up different animals I could be for the day. My favourite was always being a horse (Fantasia inspired) or a weasel (thanks discovery channel). I remember crying in ballet class after telling the telling the instructor that I didn't want a long neck after she told me my neck was held too short... in my mind, I thought that my neck wouldn't stop growing and would eventually end up like a giraffe's. logic in my world. in some way, I still miss the crunch-crunch of tiny footsteps running across a wooden floor after dipping them into powdered rock sugar. Nowadays, writing about animals isn't as fun.

i think some people were destined to be grown ups from the start.