“All grown-ups were once children… but only a few of them remember it.”
When I was a child, my parents and I had many routines. One of them was reading books
before going to bed. My father loved reading to me so when I was five years old, he bought
me my first book. The little prince.
I remember we read it only once and I didn’t like it because there were no pictures there. My father was disappointed and the book stood untouched on our bookshelf for twelve years.
I was seventeen when I read it and I fell in love with the characters, the story and the beautiful quotes. Someone said that Little prince is a book that you can read every year and each year you will understand it differently. Now I read it very often and each time I feel like it was written especially for me and my current situations, problems or dilemmas.
I can’t explain it, but that children’s book teaches the readers so much about adult life. Maybe we are all just lost pilots who are waiting for their little prince with the sun in his curls to remind us that there is something pure and innocent in a child that still lives inside us. It’s not only about that spoiled rose, but it’s also about love, friendships, and inner beauty.
This Christmas I took the book from our bookshelf and wrapped it in wrapping paper. It was a Christmas gift for my ten-year-old goddaughter. Last time I visited her I saw the book in her room, on the bookshelf. Unlike my dad, I wasn’t disappointed. I know that Little prince is
waiting for his turn, and when the princess decides to read it I hope she will never forget him.
“I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand.
And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.”
Written by: Dorotea Blažinčić