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If I Have An Unusual Gift, It's Not That I Draw Particularly Better Than Other People - I've Never Fooled Myself About That. Rather It's That I Remember Things Other People Don't Recall: The Sounds And Feelings And Images - The Emotional Quality - Of Particular Moments In Childhood. Happily An Essential Part Of Myself - My Dreaming Life - Still Lives In The Light Of Childhood.

In Another Project I Worked On Just A Few Years Ago, A Staging Of Peter And The Wolf, Which I Translated Into Yiddish And Sang On A Stage In New York City. Thank God Very Few People Knew I Was Doing It! But The Kids In The Audience Loved It - Even Though It Was All In Yiddish.

For My Father The One Calamity Was That My Brother And Sister And I Never Learned To Swim. My Father, Who Was Very Macho, Was A Strong Swimmer And Was Terribly Disappointed To Have Children Who Didn't Swim. Once When My Mother Was Sitting In A Beach Chair - I Can Still See The Big Umbrella - She Called To My Father, "throw Them In! Throw Them In! They'll Swim!" So He Did. Then He Looked Down, And There Were The Three Sendak Children Lying Perfectly Still Underwater, Not Fighting For Life!

Emeralds,' Said The Rabbit. 'emeralds Make A Lovely Gift.

Inside All Of Us Is... Hope. Inside All Of Us Is... Fear. Inside All Of Us Is... Adventure. Inside All Of Us Is A Wild Thing.