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One of the beauties of life…the longer I live…the more I see…
Is that I never know what will come along to trigger a memory.

A mother bought her daughter a book in the store the other day…
but what made that moment sweet….
was when her daughter looked up at me from in front of the counter and asked,
“May I please have the receipt?”

She beamed when I handed her the receipt 
saying it was the first receipt she’d ever gotten.
and the smile that lit up her face I hope shall never be forgotten.

It reminded me of one of my grandson’s early birthdays…and an interesting paradox…
when he ignored the gift we’d given him…choosing instead to play inside the box.

Reminding me how children see with their imaginations…all the journeys to be amassed…
and how a box not only holds a present…but a way into the future and the past.

Children understand a box can be anything…according to their mood or attitude.
It could be a mansion on a hill, a cave deep in the forest…a fortress of solitude.

A box can be a rocket ship blasting into outer space….
Or a stagecoach drawn by horses…with robbers giving chase.

A box can be a castle surrounded by a moat…it’s spires tall and grand…
It can be a time machine taking them back to when dinosaurs roamed the land.

A box can be a schooner battling monsters out at sea…
Anything a child can imagine…is what a box can be.

I don not know what that little girl was imagining when I handed her the receipt…
but I’d like to thank her for reminding me of a memory old and sweet.

Which makes me wonder if every time we sell a children’s book to a parent…
when it’s the child we are looking at…
If, after handing them the receipt, we should ask…
would you like a box with that?

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