We gathered for town meetings and listened to the mayor’s latest proclamation.Īs we turned the last page on their adventure, a subtle suggestion, an invitation, seemed to linger in the air: You can do this, too. We stood in line at the competing ice cream shops, eager to try every flavor. We flew across the plains with them, galloping at full speed on stick horses. His younger brothers and I were piled on the couch reading Roxaboxen by Alice McLerran, and he couldn’t help but linger and listen as the gentle prose pulled us all into the magical world of Roxaboxen.īarbara Cooney’s darling illustrations put us right alongside the kids on that Arizona hillside as they built the town of Roxaboxen with nothing more than imagination and a few scavenged items. Something caught the ear of my oldest as he passed through the living room.
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