I Was A Very Observant Child. The

If You Don't See The Book You Want On The Shelves, Write It.

Ramona Stepped Back Into Her Closet, Slid The Door Shut, Pressed An Imaginary Button, And When Her Imaginary Elevator Had Made Its Imaginary Descent, Stepped Out Onto The Real First Floor And Raced A Real Problem. Her Mother And Father Were Leaving For Parents' Night.

When I Was In The First Grade I Was Afraid Of The Teacher And Had A Miserable Time In The Reading Circle, A Difficulty That Was Overcome By The Loving Patience Of My Second Grade Teacher. Even Though I Could Read, I Refused To Do So.

I Wanted To Be A Ballerina. I Changed My Mind.

We Didn't Have Television In Those Days, And Many People Didn't Even Have Radios. My Mother Would Read Aloud To My Father And Me In The Evening.