I had this thought a few minutes ago, and it's occurred to me before too. I was rummaging through books in my little sister's room, and I came across The Magic Tree House series. Does anyone remember those? I used to read them constantly. What were those kids names...Tommy and Jessica maybe? Anica? Some weird name. I don't really recall. Anyway my thought was, flipping through the pages of size 18 font with vocabulary words from third grade like hasten and strategy. And I wondered, how does one whose mind has evolved far beyond the level of a third grader, write third grade books? How can one confine oneself to simplicity? Or is that an art, and a challenge that is self-fulfilling? Is it? I just don't get it... I could do it maybe for a laugh once or twice, but my mind is so different from what it was when I was eight, that I'm not sure I could handle it. And yet part of me wants to say that at the same time I'm still the same kid with the same brain I always had, just more knowledgeable, same intelligence, same personality... but am I?
I really don't have any answers. What do you think?
by the way my little sister got this tablet thing, she's really into the digital drawing and anime stuff. So I tried it for the first time today and drew a little doodle of clown dude here, enjoy!
I think he's pretty cute. I bet he makes great balloon animals too. : D