Remember this?
"...I also read "wilderness/adventure" books written by a man whose name I cannot remember. It starts with a K and is likely German or Scandinavian...I think the second letter in his name is a j..."
Thanks, Bibliodiva for supplying the missing letters: Kjelgaard. As in James Arthur (Jim) Kjelgaard.
Ring any bells?
How about books like Big Red, Irish Red: Son of Big Red, Kalak of the Ice?
What's frightening is that when I read the list of his books, I don't actually remember a single one. Did I really read a bunch of adventure books (most of which were about dogs)?!
Not only didn't I have a dog, as a kid I wasn't really an "animal lover" or especially inclined toward dogs. Besides Curly, the neighborhood stray my uncle fed, I'm not even sure I knew any dogs.
No wonder my mother thought I was odd...
Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Me? An Odd Child?
Someone in my life recently suggested that I was an "odd" kid. I beg to differ. In fact, I am convinced that I was pretty typical.
And here are some of the things I thought about then:
*naming triplet girls April, May and June
*changing my name to Jayne Dough
*aspiring to be the person in my town who got to name new streets
and the enduring question:
"Why do we say puppy dog and kitty cat but not baby person?"
So decades later I ask, are those the questions of an odd child?
And here are some of the things I thought about then:
*naming triplet girls April, May and June
*changing my name to Jayne Dough
*aspiring to be the person in my town who got to name new streets
and the enduring question:
"Why do we say puppy dog and kitty cat but not baby person?"
So decades later I ask, are those the questions of an odd child?
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