When I was teaching second grade, all the
kids liked everything I liked: our collective favorite book was
Lafcadio: the Lion Who Shot Back; our collective favorite dinosaur was the
parasaurolophus; our collective favorite show was
Between the Lions.
These are kids who had to be issued pencils before each activity
because they demonstrated they would hurt each other, but I'd mention
Uncle Shelby and they'd all want to hear whatever weird story about him I
made up getting ready that morning. Truth is, everything my class liked
was everything I had liked as a kid.
