When I Read Stevenson's collection of poems, my initial reaction was "snooze-fest!" I felt poemed-out...my poem reading has been exhausted and I'm tired of reading the same thing over and over again. But when I got to class, and Mrs. Robinson talked about how much went into these verses from his childhood; I was taken back. I realized that this wasn't just a collection of the same thing said in different words on a page, this was his life, that he rejoiced in even though he was such a sickly little kid. And it's something Stevenson knew that adults in general would like to take back from our own past.
So I went back and read some of the poems that I had earlier mistakenly skipped because of little importance in my brain; and I actually really enjoyed them! When I take time to think about the significance and what it meant in Stevenson's life and people around him, I can enjoy the same things. I miss my childhood....
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