This is a wonderful blog about the need for stories that take us away, especially children and teens.
The best summer of my life began with a lie—and I was the one who told it.
We were bored (“we” being a handful of neighborhood kids, between the ages of 5 and 10), and hanging out on my wooden deck. It was hot and humid, in that suffocating way only Midwestern summers can be, and because there were so many of us, we weren’t allowed inside any of our air conditioned houses. But I was pleased as a creamsicle pop up that we were all here, on my deck. And then….a couple of the older kids stood up.
“Where are you going?” I asked, my smugness immediately replaced by panic.
“Inside,” they said. “It’s too hot. It’s too boring.” But what I thought they meant was You’retoo boring.
I couldn’t just let them leave.
“Someone broke into my room last night,” I blurted out.
Ha. That got…
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