By A.A. Milne
Illustrations by Ernest H. Shepard
Original copyright 1927
I’m not sure what it was about turning six, but I remember I
thought it was the best year ever. I was
a little disappointed when I turned seven because seven just wasn’t as nice a
number. And six was so much better than
ten, when I fell asleep crying because I had hit double-digits.
Six is when a child can live in a make-believe world and the
real world at the same time. At six, I
know I was old enough to tell the difference between fiction and truth, but I
was still young enough to become fully immersed in make-believe. I knew my dear stuffed dog Freddy was stuffed
with cotton fluff, but I could pretend he was real and no one would think it
strange.
A. A. Milne captures this paradox wonderfully in his book of
poems for young children. Christopher
Robin and Pooh are featured in several of the poems, but not all. As Milne states of Pooh in his introduction, “he
walked through it one day, looking for his friend Piglet, and sat down on some
of the pages by mistake.” The familiar
characters are featured enough to keep the Pooh fan interested.
The book’s title is taken from the last poem, aptly named, The
End.
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new,
When I was Three,
I was hardly Me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever.
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and
ever.
That sounds
like a great idea to me!
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