Maurice Sendak died today. I'm fairly certain I can say that name, and everyone knows who that is. In case you didn't, he wrote and illustrated Where the Wild Things Are, amongst many other books. I remember my elementary school media specialist, Mrs. Webb, reading that book to us. I think it was first grade. And I also remember my first grade teacher, Mrs. French, reading that book aloud as well. I remember how animated they would get reading that book. I also remembering as a child, wondering what the heck a "rumpus" was. Oh well, I digress. It's just hard to say goodbye to a part of your childhood period. I think it takes away that innocence, that "jois de vivre" if you will. Just a sad day indeed. Shall we all go to bed without our supper this evening, and let our imaginations fly...
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