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Somehow a red flower managed to bloom on the “wrong side” of the fence. Just the bloom is peeking through the slats. There’s a green bush on the right side of the photo. .

Genre: Memoire
Word Count: 100

A BOOK IS LIKE A GARDEN, CARRIED IN THE POCKET

When did letters come together to form words and stories? I don’t recall exactly when it happened for me.

I owe much of it to Dick, Jane, and their baby sister Sally as do many former children of a certain age in these United States.

“Come here, Dick.”

“Go, Jane. Go, Sally, go!”

The illustrations made me as happy as the thrill of learning to read, thanks to Robert Childress. He wasn’t the first to paint lively pictures for the iconic books, but his were the ones that colored my early childhood. They still bloom like flowers in my memory.

(The title is a Chinese proverb.)