“But the wild things cried, ‘Oh please don’t go – we’ll eat you up – we love you so!’”
It’s been over a week since Maurice Sendak died. As I sit here, gazing at my worn copy of “Where the Wild Things Are,” I can’t help but feel a small pang of sadness. The world has lost one of the few great children’s writers and illustrators. I can still remember where I was sitting in my elementary school library when our librarian pulled out “Where the Wild Things Are.” For the next few minutes, I was entranced by the beautiful illustrations and the world of the wild things, with their terrible roars and their terrible claws. It always surprises me how a story you hear as a child can conjure up some of the most vivid memories. Maurice Sendak delighted generations of children. He (and Max) taught us that with imagination, there is always an adventure waiting. Well, wherever he is now, we can be sure the wild rumpus has begun…
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