In third grade Mrs. McCormick introduced us kids to E.B. White. I still remember sitting Indian style on the floor at her feet during story time as she read Charlotte's Web. We all wept at the end and it was all I would talk about when I got home. Then my brilliant mother went out and bought me Stuart Little and The Trumpet of the Swan. I adored Stuart Little and got lost in his world. Still one of the bestest books I've ever read. Ya know, I have that flight to Colombia on Friday morning...maybe I oughta bring Stuart with me...
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