I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked something like this:
I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"
My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of a boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this...
My mother says the only music her father ever bought her was a Beetles album, and the only book he ever bought her was The Little Prince.
After my first date/ encounter with a boyfriend in college...he ordered me a hard back copy of The Little Prince with a 'note' and had it delivered to my college mail box. I don't know if you remember being a freshman in college. Or if you remember your college mail box. Plus the joy of getting a package in college. And it was from a boy...but this one really swept me off my feet. It was super cute. Still is.
