When I am at the end of words, I jump on my bike and ride until they come back to me. ~ Patricia Hickman
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The Garden of My Childhood by Jessica Hickman
This essay is part of Jessica N. Hickman's final college portfolio found in her belongings following her unexpected death on April 27, 2001. She received a grade of A. I remember reading The Velveteen Rabbit as a child. The moral of the story, as given by the Blue Fairy, is still vivid in my mind: if you love something enough, it becomes real. Aside from fueling my increasing obsession with fairies, it perfectly describes my grandmother's garden, the garden of my childhood. Many people in many parts of the world rise early every morning to tend to the duties of the day. Some rear children; others trade stocks. My grandmother grew flowers. I remember awakening mid-morning in her oversized bed, and as usual, I would be alone. A garden needs attention as soon as the sun rises. The minute the liquid-gold sphere permeated the sky, she would be up, outside, and on her hands and knees weeding, pulling, planting, and watering. I remember the day she showed me my first ...
Tiny Dancer Gets Great Reviews on Goodreads
And 5-star Reviews coming in on Goodreads: One of the best books I've read this summer...there's a lot of depth to it and it was fascinating all the way through with a lot of unexpected plot twists. Reviews compare it to The Help and The Secret Lives of Bees. It does have similar tones to both of those great reads, but can certainly hold its own. I highly recommend it! ~ tinyurl.com/lyjrq6c Amber, Reader Goodreads
