“Il n’y a peut-être pas de jours de notre enfance que nous ayons si pleinement vécus que ceux que nous avons cru laisser sans les vivre, ceux que nous avons passé avec un livre préféré.” (Marcel Proust “Journées de lecture”)
“There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we believe we left without having lived them, those we spent with a favorite book.” Proust
I recently gave my parents their favorite childhood books.
My mother often talked to me about L’histoire de Mitchi, le petit ours brun, and I love hearing how she and her little brother would re-enact the scenes in their garden, running around playing “Mitchi”.
I love hearing how my father would go to church on Sunday and then immediately head out to buy his favorite comic strip, Tex Willer.
It’s fun to imagine one’s parents as little kids. A little girl with a barrette in her hair. A little boy with a Davy Crockett hat.
Do you know your mother or father’s favorite book as a small child? Or what was your favorite book when you were little?