Walked my nephew to his first day of school this morning. The rascal is already in 3rd Grade. Hard to believe…
Being at the school, on that first day, set me to thinking. Back to my own school days.
The combination of experience and memory reminded me of one of my favorite childhood books.
Little Carol goes off to school. Sweet words and such tender illustrations…
PS: What were your favorite childhood books? The ones that “take you right back?”