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"When I was little, spending the
night at a friend's house for the first time always felt
like an adventure. I felt like a spy, almost. So many
intriguing questions waiting to be answered.
What was her family like? What
did they eat for dinner? Would I like it . . . or would
I have to pretend to sneeze, and then quick spit it into
my napkin? How late would I get to stay up? Were the parents
nice . . . or would they yell at me if I got the giggles
and couldn't go to sleep? What did everyone's pajamas
look like? What did they have for breakfast? Were they
rich? Whoa! That would be exciting, wouldn't it? To see
how rich people lived?
When I put Junie B. into this position,
I was almost as excited as she was. Finally, I'd get to
spend the night in a rich person's house! (Even if it
was only in my imagination.)
Needless to say, I was pretty surprised
the way everything turned out. Even more surprised than
Junie B., who ended up teaching me one of life's great
lessons: Rich is good . . . but blueberry pancakes
are better.
Who knew?"
© 1997 by Barbara Park |