As soon as a child starts reading in my family, he or she begins to receive books. You get them as birthday , valentine, and Christmas gifts… From 6 to 10, you only get books. In our home that meant you would collect over time two very popular series: El Barco de Vapor and Torre de Papel. I still have them to this day.
The first book that I got was El zorrito abandonado (Der Findefuchs) by Irina Korschunow.
I don’t know what the person that gave me the book was trying to tell me, but the story of the little fox is heart-wrenching. If you’ve seen the movie Bambi, you know what I mean. However, it does have a wonderful message about adoption.
I sometimes believe that today small children are not exposed to real meaningful stories. Is as if society shields them from pain and strife. Yes, they are well written and illustrated but they often feel hollow, like humanity is missing.
I remember that this book shocked me when I read it. My parents asked me what was wrong. That day I realized that you could lose someone you loved. I told them that I wanted them to know that I loved them. El zorrito abandonado made me appreciate more the time I got to spend with my loved ones. I was only six years old. Was it too harsh a lesson to learn? I don’t believe so… this is what good literature is all about, don’t you think?