You know that oft-quoted saying “People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel?”
That phrase popped into my mind today as I was reminiscing about my favourite childhood books. I have many childhood favourites that I still remember by name (Charlotte’s Web, I Want to Go Home, Little House on the Prairie, etc) but there are also some “lost favourites” that I can vaguely recall but can’t quite place anymore. For example, at one point, one of my favourite books was about this kid who was trick-or-treating with his friends when he suddenly gets the hiccoughs. His friends all suggest different ways to get rid of the hiccoughs but nothing seems to work… To be honest, I don’t even remember how the book ends (perhaps someone scares him – thus fitting the Hallowe’en theme – and he’s cured?), but I remember the delight that I felt when reading the book, and I often find myself thinking back to that plot when I have the hiccoughs. (It’s kind of weird what kind of thing sticks with a person, eh?)
Anyway, this got me thinking about how important children’s literature is. I mean, it’s probably been around 20 years since I encountered the book I described above, and I’m still thinking about it! I wouldn’t be surprised if I was 80 and still laughing about it while powering through some hiccoughs. That’s some serious staying power. It makes me so thankful that there are so many wonderful and talented children’s writers that create not only educational, but memorable and delightful books that will last with generations and generations of children.
So, I may not remember the title or the author of one of my childhood favourites, but I will always remember how reading it made me feel.
Do you have any book plots that have stuck with you despite not remembering the title/author of the book? Does anyone have any idea which book I’m talking about? (It’s been a while since I’ve tried to find it via Google.)