As a young child, as voracious a reader that I was, I had never read Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. It was my close friend’s favorite book.
During my freshman year at college, there was an auction. Two of the British exchange students would tuck you into bed with a glass of warm milk an read you a bedtime story if yours was the highest bid.
The book was Where the Wild Things Are.
I was the highest bidder.
It was fun and sweet and I finally heard the story of Max.
Let the wild rumpus begin!
Look it up and have a flashback to your own childhood.