“Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?”
Amidst the chaos of getting ready for work and making sure my sons were settled for their first day of vacation, this writing prompt popped up in my Twitter feed.
Of course I remember.
A is for Alice
It was pink and soft, oversized with beautiful black and white illustrations. I think my mom purchased it for me because I had just been in the play “Alice in Wonderland.” I was certainly too old for a glorified alphabet book, but I loved it just the same.
It sat in a place of honor on our family’s bookshelves for years. Every once in a while I would thumb through its pages. I could feel my mom’s love for me in that book.
I wish now I knew what became of that book. Like my childhood, it just seemed to slip away.