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Writing Children Books | Aliterate

It was a rainy day and it seemed like the rain would never stop. I felt scared, lonely, and vulnerable. At any moment, an electric bolt from the blue would annihilate everything in its path, but there I was. While sitting on my parent's bed and reading my favorite book, Go Dog Go, I felt that nothing could harm me. Then again, I was six and books, like the ones by Dr. Seuss, had actual plots, unlike the books I'm obliged to read nowadays. Yes, I'm talking to you The Giver. Anyways, our last LAL chapter for the year is researching and writing our own children books.

To get a good grade, our teacher had clearly stated multiple times that we MUST incorporate 3 elements of figurative language. To take the easy way out, I am currently in the process of writing a book explaining the Holocaust using animals. When I asked my teacher if it would be appropriate, she read my story outline and thought it was an excellent idea. Turns out, when I used sheep to represent the European Jewish population, she imagined it as "sheep to the slaughter" with the whole idea of concentration camps; she liked it A LOT. I didn't even imagine my story as that, however, I'm going to do whatever I can to get a better grade.

During Memorial Weekend, I talked about writing children books with one of my best friends who doesn't go to the same school as me. Apparently, they did a similar LAL chapter, but their teacher made them write a story explaining the similarities of Dr. Seuss and the Holocaust. According to my friend, one day in the process of writing the books, the teacher was not there. When a substitute teacher came into the room, she was utterly confused. She had questioned the topic when she saw a kid writing a book with the title of, "Horton Hears a Jew". After doing some research, I stumbled across a video titled, "Horton Hears a Jew" on the weirdest corner of the internet. You can watch it by clicking on this link: Horton Hears a Jew.

After our grade finishes writing the books, we are supposed to read them all to the third and fourth graders in a session of Read-a-Loud. I have no idea of how traumatized all of the kids are going to feel after listening to my book. Anyways, it would be smart for me to start writing the book that is due in a week. Common sense, am I right. 


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