The company we keep ……

So, I’m sorting and cleaning my books and bookcases, see, and behind a hefty couple of volumes of Shakespeare, and a few oddities by Chris Priestley, look what I found way up-top and waaay in the back ……… my childhood.

Oh, and never mind Ozzy, curled-up in a ball of comfort, in the corner, where he patiently kept a keen eye on things lest he missed out on something.

Perplexed at one point, he lifted an eyebrow and perked-up his ears whilst all the while, mind you, not unfurling in the slightest as I began to recite out loud and with proper voice inflection, the first page of the first story in the wonderful Fairy Tale compendium: It Must be Magic/published in 1953 by Row, Peterson and Company.

Mr. Possum; Tom; Paul; Jack; oh, and let’s not forget the Frog Prince. These were the friends of my childhood. We went on many adventures together, and as you see by my markings in the 'Stories in This Book' section, we became steadfast until, of course, I outgrew childish things.

Isn’t it ironic how life has a way of bringing us full circle?

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