When I was in the second grade, I remember my favorite teacher, a tall man reading stories to us. I’m not even sure if it was a part of the curriculum but what did I know then about curriculums.
We sat all together in a circle as he animatedly read James and the Giant Peach. It was better than TV and I remember it so vividly that I wonder if I ever did see the movie. Oddly enough I cannot remember if I did or not.
I was fortunate enough to have this experience repeated a few more times and each time, those stories became my favorite.
I fell in love as a child when I my third grade teacher read to us poems written by Shel Silverstein. They were fun and the topics were always intriguing, like polar bears in Frigidaires or the twistable turnable man. It wasn’t until later that I understood his poems completely and marveled at the lessons that were hidden in the rhymes.
Even in the fifth grade when our teacher read to us the of Johnny Tremaine set during the early days of America, the young boy overcame some serious obstacles and was able to be take part in significant events of history.
It is almost crazy to me how much I remember of these particular stories but never went back to read them as an adult. But that’s just how powerful children’s books are.
What seems to be an innocent telling of an important topic actually gets into the minds of the child and sticks like gum on hot concrete. But then it is also a caveat to parents about screening the things that their children reads and watches because that stuff gets into their minds and stays there.
But for all the wonderful stories that exist children’s books are a great way to expand the mind of a child.