in a warm, loving household, where anything as
fanciful as fairytales was frowned upon. This, of
course, had the desired effect of making me a
voracious reader at a very young age. (I do mean
reader . . . I didn't get my first television until I
had been married ten years.) In remembering my
first encounters with brave wee lasses such as Anne
of Green Gables, Heidi, Pollyanna and Caddie
Woodlawn, I had my first heroines and role models.
I suppose I'll never know just what an impact they
had on my life, but certainly, one of the greatest joys
of my life, reading, was their gift to me. To this day, I
ask myself, who do you want to be when you grow up?
And, I think I'll go for Caddie Anne. That will do just
fine. I'll sneak across rivers with my brothers, like
Caddie, and watch the Indians at work. I will have
imaginary friends like Anne did and scandalize the locals.
Or, maybe I should be Heidi or Pollyanna. Heidi always
adored her elder grandfather, and not to forget Pollyanna.
God knows I could do well with some of her positivity
just now. No, forget positivity . . . even adventures! What
I need just now is bravery! Here's to Caddie and . . .
Linda-Dale . . . get on with it.
so want to be brave
a rich fantasy indeed
make it real woman
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