Winnie the Pooh

Upon recommendation, I picked up Winnie the Pooh from the library. After a long day, in search of something mindless, I sat down with it and began to read. All night, I wondered why I hadn't ever read it before. I absolutely loved it! I watched a little Winnie the Pooh as a child, and I felt just like a kid again as I read the entire hundred and sixty pages.

I loved the simplicity of the stories. I do realize they're all stuffed animals, but I really do envy them. I would love to play with my friends all day. I wish that my biggest problem was running out of honey or trying to find Eeyore's tail. The word "careless" was used at least ten times; I wish I could use it to describe my life.

I loved how easy it was to identify with the characters. There are so many days that I want to go on an adventure or catch a Heffalump. There are also days when I'm Eeyore and everything is absolutely dismal. My favorite days are Tigger days, when I all I do is play and just keep going and going and going.

How great is it that this is all captured in one children's book? As I'm approaching this crucial part of my life and I'm having to start growing up, all I want to do is hold on to my childhood. As I read all last night, it was just good to know that a little part of me will always love Winnie the Pooh.