When I was in third grade, my classroom had a reading nook. Nothing fancy, just two low height bookshelves and a big cushion. It was there I used to wait to be picked up from school, safely tucked away with my books in peace.
I read this to my nephew. He tolerated it for a couple of sessions then the fidgets got the better of him. The illustrations are my favourite part.
We're Going on a Bear Hunt
I got this from my elementary school library aged 8. I’ve been afraid to read it again because it stands out so much in my mind.
