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Reading to kids

 Hi Reader,

This past weekend I had my first book reading to kids who weren't family or friends. I wasn't sure what to expect, and I know that reading to kids is a fun adventure, you never know what to expect and I want to remember some of these moments, so I will share one with you here.

When I read my book, "A Fish in a Tree", I try to intersperse some information about taking care of our earth. One thing I wanted to try to relate to the children is I have read that it takes 7 years for a mylar balloon to decompose. 

To emphasize this point, I asked if anyone was 7 years old. Immediately the youngest girl in the front row raised her hand. This made me smile and fortunately her grandmother corrected her, "No, you are only 3."

Realizing no one was 7, I tried for 6 and I got one. As I explained the significance, her sister next to her put up four fingers and whispered, "Ask if anyone is 4."  I couldn't help but smile and laugh later. Of course, I asked, "Is anyone 4?" Have to keep my audience happy.

Looking forward to what kids will have in store for me next. 

As Always,

Debbie

In this picture, they were making fish faces, which is part of my introduction. Many thanks to Morris Library for making this possible!



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