THE MAGIC OF IMAGINATION, THE POWER OF IMAGINATION
We ... here I am on the eve of next review: Literature for Children. A teaching
very nice, pleasant, helpful. He gave me a lot of knowledge that I totally ignored. It will be that little girl I have not had a chance to be in contact with many cartoons, books, books illustrated fairy tales, stories written or oral.
the age of 3-4 years, when after the separation of my parents, many changes are occurring. Large and small. Inside of me and out. The environment around me was small. A kitchen, a room that was to include me, my brother and my mom. One bathroom. A long, narrow corridor often used as play space.
The TV was in the kitchen. In black and white! Although neta in 1987:) .. VCR absent. So what particular cartoon I've ever seen? I remember perfectly puff.in black and white. HO them a beautiful memory.
What I missed was that whole pile of boxes instead all my classmates had, with le storie di Cenerentola, Biancaneve,...e così via. Anche i libri scarseggiavano purtroppo. Però sicuramente quei pochi che avevo li consideravo unici. Cercavo anche la fiaba della buonanotte fra le parole di mia mamma. Forse troppo giovane e sola per capire il valore di certi attimi. Ma comunque piena di amore per noi.
La mia fantasia purtroppo non poteva scatenarsi all'interno di letture, immagini,.. ma in altri ambiti sì. I giochi inventati da me e mio fratello. Quel divano rosso si trasformava in una grande nave. Il pavimento in mare. E noi avventurieri navigavamo, affrontavamo il pericolo e rischiavamo di cadere in mare ma eravamo sempre pronti ad aiutarci l'un l'altro.
Insieme alla mia amica Giulia invece la camera diventava Città Barbie and the population. A single Ken for all:)
then strollers, cribs ... feed our imagination and we become mothers, daughters, sisters, friends. And how can we forget the toolbox 883. The songs became great soundtracks and imagined romantic serenades.
The floor, the bed, the couch where my place, our imagination take shape. So limited a space capable of holding large emotions and fantastic places immense.
regret but did not have at my disposal more books, more stories, more stories .. maybe even coming from the voice of a grandfather.
If I ever become a nursery teacher and if ever I'll be all mine I think I know and do not know what to give. If ever I have a son, the children will try to give them the best, the greatest possible stimulus because inside of them creates a world, rich and vast. Something precious that can remember as adults.
Books books and books. There are many authors who testify that there were precisely those, the first readings .. to have given birth in their passion for reading. An experience that leaves a deep impression. CALVIN
was captured by the images, fed his imagination and curiosity. They also delayed his ability to focus on the written word but powered his thinking in pictures. HENRY JAMES
who secretly listened to the reading aloud of David Copperfield.
names I did not know how BENJAMIN, Bichsel.
readings crimson saving as has happened to Kipling.
And the list goes on for much longer ...
throughout this line of evidence I wish I could add a day the names of the babies in the future I will. It 's still a matter of years, however:).
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