![]() ![]() ![]() This was not the child-friendly story I recalled from my nostalgia-tinged memories. But as I read, a sense of horror grew in my chest at the gross injustice depicted on the page. I loved this particular book when I was a kid, and so my anticipation was doubly strong as I started my narration of Robert’s adventures. Last night, I began reading to my son the classic children’s book, Robert the Rose Horse by Joan Heilbroner. Generally, browsing through the books evokes much nostalgia for my own childhood and anticipation and excitement for the future times I’ll be reading to my own child. ![]() ![]() This time spent together reading books has been a great opportunity of perhaps one-sided bonding, as well as giving me a chance to re-read some of the books that were my favorites as a child. Before my son entered this world a few weeks ago, I would spend a few moments each evening reading a children’s book to him/his mother’s stomach in an effort to instill in him a love of literature. ![]()
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