:eek: I didn’t know this. I’ll have to do that. Tell you all what, I’ll pick one that’s still related to the nickname you all choose so as to maintain consistency.
I ate a Luna Bar once and it was awful. Like you, I kept eating it anyway 
I don’t really remember having stories read to me as a kid. I know I started reading around age four. I read a lot of Grimms Fairy tales (an old, old book that I got in Germany) and then progressed from there. I read Pippi Longstocking, Nancy Drew, Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn, and several other books when I was around six or seven. From then on, I got into historical type novels, although I was always given adolescent stories from about 9 through 10 or so. I preferred other types of books, but read those too because I read just about anything I could get my hands on.
I read a lot and was a frequent visitor to the library.
I still love reading, but don’t seem to get much time for it anymore. 
It’s a cold, wet dreary day here. I’ve got my slow cooker going and am making split pea soup with ham. I haven’t made it in ages and I’m looking forward to it.
Oh, I don’t want to share a children’s book. I want to tell the story my mom told me when I was a child.
Once upon a time, there was this louse.
This louse had a best friend, named Peter. (We’ll call him Peter. I’m sure his name was actually Pradeep or something.)
One day Peter and the louse decided to go traveling. Peter’s mom packed them each seven sandwiches for the road.
So they started traveling a bit, and the Louse said, “Peter, I am hungry.”
Peter said “Eat your sandwiches, then.”
So the Louse ate all his sandwiches.
Then they traveled on a bit further. And the Louse said, “Peter I am hungry.”
Peter said, “Ok, well, then, eat my sandwiches.” And the Louse ate all of Peter’s sandwiches.
They went on a bit further and saw a dog. And the Louse said, “Peter, I am hungry.”
And Peter said, “Why don’t you eat that dog then?” So the Louse ate the Dog.
Next time it was a horse. And then a cow. And the Louse ate them all.
Finally there were no more animals in sight. And the Louse said, “Peter, I am hungry.”
Peter said, “Well, why don’t you eat me, then?”
Whether Peter was being sarcastic or not we’ll never know, for the Louse said “OK!” and went ahead and gobbled up Peter.
So now the Louse was alone. He went on, and on, and soon came to a massive lake.
“I am really thirsty,” he said, and he got down on his hands and knees and began to drink and drink until he had drained the whole lake.
He sat back then, finally sated. But wait! “Ohhh, I’m really full,” he said.
POW! His belly exploded. Out came Peter. Out came the cow. Out came the horse. Out came the Dog, still barking. Out came Peter. Out came all fourteen sandwiches, intact.
Thus is the story of the Louse, and the story my mom used to tell me when I was little. 
Last week I got to go from CDG to Dunkirk with two guys. When I asked for a pit stop, I was told “you’re just like a little kid… or a woman”. “Well, guess my mother will like to hear the news that there’s something in which I’m woman-like”.
I have no idea what books if any did my parents read to me when I was little, or what tales they told me. I remember having to kneel to say my prayers (Lord’s Prayer, Hail Mary, Glory); I remember that when I was 6 or so I went through a phase of playing at being Wendy (from Peter Pan*) because I wanted soooo bad to fly away (Mom says when I was going everywhere with my arms extended I wouldn’t answer to my name, only if I was called Wendy). I remember that Middlebro liked getting different tales, and liked it if you varied the telling (he enjoyed trying to guess), whereas Littlebro was enamored of the Three Little Piggies and wanted it told His Way - as soon as you made a mistake, he’d take over; so long as you let him and didn’t turn it into a contest of wills it was actually pretty restful, more than once I almost fell asleep half-sitting on his bed.
I remember a ton of Enyd Blyton books (the Hollister, the Twins…); the full Three Investigators series is still at Mom’s (labeled “future reading material for grandchildren”). Dad loved Just William - I found it funny when I discovered Richmal Crompton was a woman, there seems to be a lot of childhood favorites of Dad’s and my uncles which were written by women. The first favorite (by the age at which they discovered his works) who was male was Jules Verne, toe to toe with Emilio Salgari.
- and boy was I pissed when I finally got my hands on a non-Disney copy of the book and discovered an intense desire to strangle Peter.
Narnia! I bought the complete set again a few years ago because I lost mine as a child. I am hoping to sneak it into my children’s psyche as well by letting them discover it. 
Anaamika, that’s an awesome story! What’s the moral? Don’t eat your best friend and drink a lake or you’ll explode?
Man, you guye reminded me of some of the ones I had forgotten, Shel Silverstien, for example & Barenstien Bears,& Anastasia… (BTW, Swampy, I have one of the Homer Price Books!) Plus more that I never heard of & want to check out. (Beany Malone!) Also, I’m glad I’m not the only one who still likes to read Children’s books!
Spidey, I have GOT to show him that!
Welcome, **Nested Thorn **(Nettle is good. I also like Thistle!)
Anaamika that was a Lousy* story 
Anyhoo, you guys have some GREAT picks, & it’s funny what we remember reading & how it shapes us. Now, I suppose I really must Do something productive… Happy Monday!
*Sorry, couldn’t help the play on words, I actually think it’s pretty cute. Don’t hate me!
First let me say, I haven’t read posts since my last one yet. I promise to catch up.
Second, nothin’ says early afternoon buzz like gulpin’ down an almost entire Chalice of Sacramental Wine. I think everyone who took Communion at this mornin’s funeral Intincted (dipped the Host into the Sacramental Wine) thus leavin’ a full Chalice. That left me, the assistant, with the task of drinkin’ about fourteen ounces of Wine. I seriously had to go in the kitchen and find myself a little sump’n to nosh on before I drove back to da cave.
I need a Sacramental Wine assisted nappy poo.
Looks like the Decision has been made. New pup is (probably) called Wanda. She just met Cozmo. She’s kicking his ass!
If they gave us the correct birth date on the papers, she’s almost 16 weeks old. On Weds, we take her to our vet and discuss spaying and chipping and stuff. And that’s the puppeh update.
But…but…that’s a **fish **name!
I thought for sure you’d have a fish named Wanda.
I think my favorite story was about a red bone hound that was abandon as a pup and raised by a wolf named King.
Oh, it could totally have happened. I was sadly woeing my troubles to my mom a few days ago, and she interrupted me with “But so many people have it soooooo much worse.” But, you know, I wasn’t trying to win a contest. I was trying to get a little frustration and unhappiness off my chest so it could evaporate.
However, I know my mom’s under stress, and one of her coping mechanisms is to tell herself that others have it sooooooo much worse. I guess it works for her.
Poor little puppy.
The other dogs will laugh at her for being named after a fish.
I guess I’m the only one who got The Fairy Odd Parents reference…
Howdy All! My favorite book was The Boxcar Children but what I remember most is a song my dear Mother sang us. It’s one she wrote:
My Mother said if I’d be good and watch the telephone
She would send me out to get a chocolate ice cream cone
So I did the things Mother said
Then she made some gingerbread
Then I went out, just me alone, just to get a chocolate ice cream cone
A little doggie came along and took a great big lick
Then I hit that mean old dog with just a little stick
Then he bit me, where I sat down, then he chased me all over town
Now I’m lost, can’t find my home
All because of that chocolate ice cream cone
Now I can hear it in her voice. I had the best Mama ever.
My first books were a set of Dr. Seuss books; my parents got a 12- or 20-book set to read to us. My brother’s a year older than I am, and when it was time to start reading to him, they started reading to me as well, so I started reading a year before anybody expected.
All the books have the Cat in the Hat logo on the cover, with “I can read it all by myself” in a circle around it; one night I pointed at it and read that out loud, and my mom said “Okay, go ahead.” Busted!
After I branched out to the local branch of the library, I read the Danny Dunn books, Centerburg tales, Vip Throws a Party, puzzle books, the Beverly Cleary novels, Tom Swift, and those books about the boy who goes to the island full of dragons where he needs to have seven of everything in order to get through the adventure, and he just happens to have everything he needs in his pack.
Up, caffeinated, at irk otherwise. w00t.
I remember The Boxcar Children! I enjoyed those stories.
technically Cosmo and Wanda are goldfish when not in fairy form.
Good for you - that’s exactly where it comes from! In fact, if our daughter could have afforded it, she’d have gotten 2 pugs and named them Cozmo and Wanda. But she’s just got Cozmo, so we’ve got Wanda. And she’s already pushing him around! They’re a hoot together!
lieu, none of the current crop of fish have names. We’ve named them in the past, but they die, so we don’t name them any longer, and they seem to survive. 
It’s clouding over and we’re supposed to get rain tonight and into tomorrow. I’m glad I de-leafed the back yard yesterday. I’ve done 3 loads of laundry, and daughter is doing some of hers now. When she leaves, I’ll do a load of unders - such a exciting evening ahead!!
Such is life in FairyChatLand!