A child again

I was reading one of my favorite blogs, Fuse #8, reviewing Miss Betsy Bird’s long awaited ALA Mid-Winter 2008 Recap, looking at the pictures, smiling at her abilities to Photoshop three huge medals onto the cover of Elijah of Buxton (by the way, Miss Betsy, the only planning that can happen when creating book covers is bad planning, because doing otherwise—planning for future placement of awards—is well known among the book publishing industry to conjure jinxing) when I found myself transported to my childhood.
I mean, doesn’t every child dream at least once, to someday be called (by an adult) something wonderful and enigmatic like “one of the most talented artists living today”? Wow! My childhood dream has become true!