“But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go- We’ll eat you up- we love you so!”

Today I was devastated to find out that Maurice Sendak, author of “Where The Wild Things Are” , had passed away at the age of 83. This man brought to life my childhood fears and then, by the time my Mum and I had finished the book, they were no more. He made the monsters that hid under my bed suddenly my best friends in my dreams and every evening was spent running around in my onesie pajamas, caterwauling about Max and the Wild Things.

Everyone had a book of their childhood, whether it was an old folk tale from their parents or the most commercial of kids pop-up books,and it is impossible to forget them. They were the stories that fueled your imaginations, set you on your career paths or even just made growing up more bearable.

So I am wondering, which authors and stories kept your childhood dreams alive? And which characters flew in your dreams at night?

The death of any talented writer is a loss to the world, especially when it’s one you kept in your heart since you were four… Rest in peace, Maurice Sendak.

I’m off on the pursuit of happiness.. See you all on the other side.. 1d3a.