Sometimes, working on a page, I’ll get a little choked up. Not gonna lie, this was one of those pages. Everyone should have someone in their life that reminds them that they are worthy of love. If you don’t, then let me take a moment to say:
You, my friend, are worthy of love.
Please don’t forget it!!
This weekend I was able to reclaim some papers that I thought I’d lost. Old drawings that I’d done, from very young childhood up through early teens. I’ve only just started to go through them, and I thought it might be fun to share some of the highlights with you.
To start at the very beginning, here are two little “books” I made as a kid. The one at the top I probably made between 3 and 5. I’d guess the second set is from sometime age 5 to 6? This story of the “Little Aliens” is one that I wrote over and over and over again as a kid. I know these are only two of several other copies. Each one got more refined, with better artwork and a more elaborate story. The tale is about a family of aliens that crash-lands in the ocean and is rescued by a ship/crane operator. The children of these aliens (sometimes it’s just a baby, and other times it’s a baby and older sibling – my guess is this change is due to my little sister being born when I was 3) go through the house causing trouble. The father alien, in a series of failed attempts to stop the children, is crushed by a refrigerator, flushed down the toilet, and hit in the head with a tomato and a turkey.
The thing that cracks me up the most about these books are the bindings. I remember being very, very adamant that I bind them myself, and by all things holy I was going to do it RIGHT and ON MY OWN. I have a very clear memory of studying books. How they opened, what side they opened from. I recall opening and shutting books over and over.
And after all that research, I bound the books with twist ties on the exact wrong side.
This kind of focused repetition (one story, one subject, one area of interest) seems like a common childhood experience. What tasks have you noticed a child repeating, or what did you yourself try over and over growing up?