Saturday, June 12, 2004

My First Book and Hero

A few years ago Mary gave me the perfect Christmas gift: a copy of the first book I remember reading on my own. There may have been others -- and I suspect there were -- but this is the one that stuck:

Moon Mission, featuring Major Matt Mason. It was a Big Little Book, and according to the back cover, the book offered:


Major Matt Mason's rescue mission becomes a terrifying nightmare.

This was exciting stuff for an eight year old, and my pulse still races when I consider moon worms (the source of those underground caverns -- the wake of hungry worms.)

I had a Major Matt Mason doll until my younger brother broke all of its limbs.

There are things worse than moon worms.