IN THE RICE BOX: Once Upon a Time

OLIVIA CHEUNG
Editor in Chief

At one point in my life, children’s books were all I knew. I spent my summer days scouring the library, collecting books to read in my favorite corner in the children’s section. I remember singing the rhymes and laughing at the characters’ obliviousness. Eventually, though, I grew up and was told that the books I once loved were “too young” for me; I was taught to dissect Dickens and Faulkner instead, focusing on how character development reinforced themes.

Analyzing complex literature is an astounding feat, but one shouldn’t dismiss the importance of children’s books. While the former may utilize motifs and SAT vocabulary and the latter prefer colored pictures and size 24 text, they both communicate critical messages to their audiences.

A prime example would be Dr. Seuss’ Oh! The Places You’ll Go! Though I admit the rhymes are what kept my seven-year-old attention, its message is what reassured my clueless 17-year old self. As a college-bound senior, I’m asked every moment, by friends and family alike, what college I want to attend or which career I want to invest in—questions that I have no answers for. Oh! The Places You’ll Go! was a much-needed reminder about the direction my life is gearing toward. A direction. As long as I remain in motion, there’s no real loss.

So, the next time you’re at the library, visit the children’s area. Shamelessly browse until you find a favorite and proudly check it out. There’s no age restriction to learning life lessons.