I spent today reading Rocco by Sherryl Jordan
It is one of the books I remember most from my childhood. Having now re read it I can understand why at the time it would have had such a big impact on me, and at the same time I am saddened that it now doesn’t hold so much luster for me. The imagery created by the author is so vivid and foreign to a child growing up in a “civilised” world today that I am not surprised by how it influenced me back then so heavily.
I wonder now how different my imagination would be if I’d only ever read books and not watched tv or movies. I feel like these forms of entertainment although they have been great aids through my own journey may have also taken away something I once had.