I have memories of sitting at a big brown table down the hall from Mrs. Parks' kindergarten room reading with a few other kids and the classroom aide. I can see in my mind's eye Dick's little shorts and Jane's flipped up hairdo. They got into all kinds of mischief, like . . . running. And playing with Spot. And running some more. These books are so iconic for the 60s kindergartener, like myself, and I am proud to say they were instrumental in helping me learn to read.
Now I read things that are slightly more complicated, but I still look for the same stuff. I want to be inspired. I want to learn something. I want to connect, like I did with Jane as I sat at that table in my cute plaid jumper and flipped up hair.