It was exciting to have my first deadline and actually be able to use the phrase "word count" in daily conversation. When I turned it in on the deadline (yesterday), it wasn't supposed to be posted for another week. But a change in scheduling moved it up to today. You can follow the Nerdy Book Club on facebook and twitter to stay updated or check out my page to hear about my favorite posts. I'm their newest fan!
My first bike was thistle. The metal slide at school was raw umber. My first car was midnight blue. My prom dress was carnation pink. After that, my memories become a little hazy and smeared in grey. Then a book like The Day the Crayons Quit comes along and reminds me how a colorful life feels, smells, and tastes- with crayons. Drew Daywalt’s hilarious tale and Oliver Jeffers‘ childlike morsels brought me back to the crush of gravel beneath my feet, muffled giggles heard through a classroom wall, my mother’s perfume overpowering maple syrup in the morning, and the first nosh of ice cream after chasing the truck down the street. How could I have forgotten?
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