Searching for a gift for my niece, Athena, I went on Amazon and clicked around aimlessly while mentally reviewing what she likes.
Reading, science, art, WordGirl, princesses, Tangled. Not necessarily in that order. At a loss, I asked myself what I loved at her age (six).
Literally.
I loved those sweet fairy tales with a moral written by Stephen Cosgrove and illustrated by Robin James more than birthday cake.
My first day of kindergarten, all I cared about was when I was going to learn to read. The classroom hamster and snack could wait. I wanted my ring with words so I could memorize and get to reading.
After I burned through Dick and Jane, my mom bought me my first Serendipity book, Leo the Lop. A floppy-eared bunny who learns that being different (even huge, soft ears) makes you special, I could not get enough of Leo. Or any Serendipity book. The pictures were out of my dreams….Pegasus, unicorns, sweet-eyed dragons, shaggy ponies and misfit make-believe characters.
When I ran out of Serendipty books and my mom explained we’d have to wait until the author wrote more, I made up my own stories to entertain myself while I waited.
As I clicked though my memories on Amazon, I realized it was books like these that unlocked my imagination, inspiring me to create my own daydreams.
So, of course I bought every Serendipity book available for Athena.
What was the first book that you fell in love with?






