The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another his mother called him "WILD THING!"...
And so begins 'Where the Wild Things Are' the classic story of Max who, dressed in his trusty wolf costume, travels to the land of the Wild Things, becomes their king, and returns a changed boy, all in the space of less than 300 words.
I was saddened to hear of the recent passing of Maurice Sendak. 'Where the Wild Things Are' is perhaps the book I loved more than any other in my childhood, and I love it still.
With his tale of the monstrous Max, Sendak showed me the power of imagination, he showed me that other children lived in these fantasy worlds too, and he showed me that we shouldn't "GOBBLE UP!" our parents.
Then, 'Where the Wild Things Are' was the story of a young boy and his fantastically frightening adventure in the land of the Wild Things. Now I recognise it as the story of everyone's journey from childhood, through adolescence and into adulthood - a journey into responsibility but one in which we can keep our imagination.
Thank you Maurice Sendak for helping me to unleash my imagination. I hope you're the king of the Wild Things now.