It’s no secret that I love reading.
But when I was a young child, the story of the storybook I grew up reading was a familiar one: an orphaned prince and his princess are trapped in a magical world where the magic they use to escape is all that remains to save them.
So I got a little stuck.
“I was obsessed with magic,” I remember saying to myself.
“But how could I be an orphan?”
And so I started reading, even though I had no idea how.
“There’s a fairy tale in the back of my mind that I want to read,” I continued.
“If I can’t read the fairy tale, then I can at least understand the book.”
I continued to read as I grew older.
As a teenager, I became obsessed with a book called The Jungle Book.
I bought a copy every year and watched as my friends and I read it in our bedrooms, when we could not be in front of the television.
And that’s when my fascination with the story began to extend beyond its magical elements to its human characters.
I had to be able to identify with the characters.
“When I was young, I was obsessed to read the story book, the Jungle Book” As I grew, I started to learn about the history of the characters and the magic behind them.
I started asking questions.
I began to find out about the stories behind the characters’ names.
And I began writing.
In the early 2000s, when I had a baby, I had my first children’s book, and I had started to get into the genre.
I could tell it was different from most of the other children’s books I had read before.
It had characters and stories and characters who were all different.
The characters were not all the same.
And it was about how you learn about a child.
It was about what you do with your child and what you can do for your child.
But it was also about what happened to the child and how you were supposed to handle it.
“The Jungle Book is the one I have always loved,” I thought, “because it teaches you that a child is a unique creature, and it teaches children how to be the kind of people they can be.”
So I picked up The Jungle Manual by the author, Lewis Carroll, and read the book every day for a couple of years.
And as time passed, I realized how important it was to me that my children learn from this book.
It teaches them how to relate to others, how to understand and understand other people, how they can learn how to read.
It’s the one book that they can read and that they have to be exposed to.
It is the book they have been told should be their teacher.
So when I picked it up, I wanted it to be as good as it could be.
But I couldn’t help but feel that I was being taught a bad lesson.
It wasn’t about how the story should be told, or how the characters should be raised, but how the child should be treated.
And the story was a lesson about what I could do to be a better parent.
I realized that, for a long time, I didn’t understand the lessons that were being taught.
“You need to have a relationship with your kids” There’s no way around that, I thought.
I’ve known parents who never really understood how their children should be educated.
I’m not going to call them bad parents, but I’m sure there are some parents out there who would call them neglectful.
And even if the child is doing well, there’s a risk that the child will be punished for learning something new.
I was fortunate enough to grow up in a household that didn’t punish kids for learning, so I learned to ignore it.
But my children were not getting the help they needed to learn.
The parents I grew into never had an understanding of the value of learning.
They were never taught that it was the right thing to do.
They never learned to listen to their children, or to look for ways to make things better.
They didn’t have to.
The only way to get through the day was to keep reading, so they learned how to learn by reading.
And so when I grew old, I continued reading the book as long as I could.
And in time, as I read, I grew to understand it.
I also became fascinated with the magic of it all.
The magic was a mystery that had to do with the world and its inhabitants.
But there was also a human side to the story, and that was the magic that I wanted to learn more about.
I felt like I was learning how to take a human perspective.
“As I grew out of my first child, I noticed a huge shift in how I looked at my children” But as I started noticing a huge difference in how my children looked at me as a