I have always loved Winnie the Pooh. My very first toy was a Pooh squeak toy, and I still have it. I grew up watching the New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh on Saturday mornings, but I never owned any of the books. Not one. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to appreciate Pooh and his stories even more, and I will sit and watch, all by myself, with not a child in sight.
Barnes and Nobles sells beautiful hardcover editions of classic books (and collections of authors), and one them happens to be The Complete Tales of Winnie the Pooh. So, I bought it. I want to read it before the year is over, but for now it sits in a special place. Not on a shelf, but out on display. I just wanted to share this with everyone, because I think it’s important not to hide the things we love and enjoy, even when others may question us, and it’s important to never lose a bit of the child inside of us. There should be things in our lives that bring out that inner child. Pooh is one of mine.
Jess Boudreaux 