It’s time for “Writer Wednesday”, when I discuss another author and his or her book.
Today, I’d like to talk to you about a book that is part of my own personal history. In Kindergarten, we read The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle. Now, I say we read, but really only the teacher and a friend of mine in the class could read. This was when we were still taught to read in first grade. We did, however, act out The Very Hungry Caterpillar for the school to see. Giant cardboard cut-outs, of all the delicacies that the caterpillar ate his way through, were held up in front of students.
Only, this time, the caterpillar wasn’t a he, but a she and the she was me. Yes, I was the very hungry caterpillar. I remember buying the green t-shirt, tights and shorts for my outfit. I especially liked standing behind the big brown cocoon at the end, because I got to emerge with beautifully painted butterfly wings. I still remember how they smelled- that paint that came in bright colors in the huge bottles of elementary school classrooms.
That was the first play that I acted in and I would participate in others throughout elementary, middle and high school. I remember something more, though. I remember that I almost got stuck in one of the pieces of fruit. I was stuck, literally, in the story and perhaps, I’ve never really become disentangled from literature. Just like that caterpillar that was “still hungry”, I’m still hungry- for a good book to read and a good story to write.
My best to you all,