I Am Junie B.

My parents wonder why and how I turned out so sassy. I often suggest that it's simply mimicry of the attitude of the woman that I live with and call "mom", but I've been told that that suggestion is way off. Anyways, my second approach leads to the idea that it started subconsciously early on. My parents and grandparents always wanted me to read, or listen to them read when I couldn't. Like any other family, they wanted me to expand my vocabulary, do something beneficial with my time, and learn to love reading, since it is something I'll be doing a lot of for the rest of my life. Once I was old enough to pick out and read my own books at the library, I picked out the classic childhood humors. I've never been one for facts. Series such as: Amelia Bedelia, Dr. Seuss, Little Critter, Dear Dumb Diary, Goosebumps and my favorite, Junie B. Jones! What they didn't know is that the hilarious and mischievous fictional kindergartener known as Junie B. (The B stands for Beatrice) was helping mold their own little one into the spunky kid that always kept them busy. I lived by those books! They made me laugh out loud way before it was a well known acronym. I admired Junie B.'s outspoken bravery and her plots and schemes to get her way. There was no way for my parents to know I was taking mental note of these tiny adventures; they just saw the bright "I Can Read!" sticker on the front cover and assumed it was safe. But whether it be "the Stupid Smelly Bus", "a Little Monkey Business", or "Her Big Fat Mouth" Junie B. Jones was truly an inspiration.