So instead, I'm going to post about a book from my childhood. A story I used to think was about me. A story I have read aloud and recorded to send to my new niece for her first Christmas.
My name is Katrina Christine which is similar enough to a child to be Christina Katerina. Christina liked all sorts of things but she especially liked boxes. All sorts of boxes. One day Christina's mother gets a brand new refrigerator and gives Christina the box. The story chronicles the fun that Christina and her sometime friend Fats Watson have with the box.
When I was growing up I used boxes to make everything. Doll houses, boats for the backyard, cars for my 'barbies', bunkers for my GI Joes, castles, clubhouses. And I had a sometimes friend Frank that lived just down the street. So of course the story was about me!
I've read the story aloud along with several other favorites from my childhood. I know that my sister's little one will have her own favorite stories but at least this way she'll get to know my voice even though I live so far away.