![]() ![]() He needs a path for his walk, so Harold draws one and whatever Harold draws with his wonderful, magical purple crayon becomes the reality in which Harold lives and moves. Inconveniently, there is no moon, so Harold draws one. The book doesn’t outline this in such fancy words, of course, it just starts out with Harold deciding, “after thinking it over for some time”, to go for a walk in the moonlight. Harold, you see, has a large purple crayon with which he creates and modifies his world. The book was, in fact, called Harold and the Purple Crayon and it was indeed a dangerous thing to give to a child prone to flights of fantasy and a strong tendency to want to use his crayons “outside the lines”. It had a brown cover and a drawing of a young boy, who, I would soon learn, was “Harold”, and he had a large purple crayon with which he was apparently drawing large purple lines all over the cover of the book on which he resided. It looked like an innocent enough childrens’ book. When I was about 8 years old my parents made the mistake of giving me a wonderful book. ![]()
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