I remember: reflections on writing


I remember the first book I was given: The Magic Faraway Tree.

I remember my mum getting a special fringed cushion made for the chair I’d sit on in my room to read.

I remember taking books from my older sister’s schoolbag to read.

I remember sitting on my chair, trying to learn French before we learned it at school.

I remember La Famille Bertillon.

I remember Alain was méchant.

I remember he put a white mouse in his sister’s bed.

I remember wondering where France was.

I remember wondering how I could get there.