Years and year ago, my dad went
away somewhere and brought back a big notebook for me. It was covered in Looney
Tunes characters on the outside, and the edges of the pages were gold. Dad told
me that not only could I write in it like I was apt to do as a voracious reader
and writer for my age, but I could also use the cartoons on the outside to
trace and draw into my own artwork. What kid gets excited over a book with
blank pages to write in? I did.
