The Big Pirate Ship

Why do we have pirates in our imaginary? Do you tell pirate stories to your kids? How do your kids feel about pirates? Do they want to be a pirate? Do they understand what a pirate is? Is a pirate simply a symbol for bad people? Tell me your story, here is mine...

The Little Girl got lost in the library. This library is big. Papi liked to bring the Little Girl to the library, Papi said all stories lived in this big building full of books. And each book could whisper a beautiful story.
The Little Girl was afraid, many stories have bad people or big monsters. The Little Girl did not want to find a bad man or a big monster before she could find Papi.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!", heard the Little Girl from behind the bookshelf, was it Santa Claus or was it a big bad pirate. The Little Girl crouched behind the bookshelf and waited to listen a bit more.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!, Where are all the kids?", must be Santa Claus, he wants to give presents to kids. The Little Girl stood up to go and meet Santa, and continued to listen to the man with the loud voice talking.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!, Where are all the kids? Those nasty little rascals need to be punished for waking me up".
"On no!", though the Little Girl, "that is not Santa, that is an angry man."
And the big angry man appeared from behind the bookshelf, "Ah! Ah! Ah!, Here is a Little Girl, catch her", said the Pirate Captain to all the ugly pirates.

The Little Girl climbed the bookshelf as fast as she could, and the books helped the Little Girl. one by one, the books stretched out of the bookshelf and made a staircase in front of the Little Girl.
the Little Girl ran up the staircase and climbed above the tallest bookshelves. She could now see the clouds under her.

The Little Girl continued to run over the clouds looking for an exit. Suddenly the clouds finished and the little Girl could see down a volcano island with a pirate ship docked in the bay. The Little Girl flew down towards the ship.

As the Little Girl was flying, she looked back and saw the pirates falling from the edges of the clouds into the sea. Suddenly she could listen to a repetitive sound: "tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc". She looked down to where the pirates were falling and saw a pair of eyes ticking with the sound. It was the big crocodile. The pirates ran above the water strait to the pirate ship.
The Little Girl was feeling tired of flying and needed to rest, but the only place she could see near enough was the pirate ship. The Little Girl flew slowly to the pirate ship not making any noise.

The story continues at Row Row Row Your Boat...

The Pyramid

Do your children like books ? Do he know how to read ? Do they just like pictures ? Do they recognize some of the letters or words ? Do you ever find them alone looking at books ? Do you provide them books to keep them motivated ? Do you sit together with them and read ? Do you read before bedtime ? Have you read craft books and then make the things with them ? Tell me your story, here is mine...

If you looked closely, that shiny pyramid in the center of the room was nothing more than the little girl reading her books with a flashlight under the sheets. Mother was always angry that she didn't go to bed early enough, but since she found this book locked in the hidden treasure at the Chinese restaurant, she couldn't stop reading the book. She had to reach the end of the fascinating story. It was by pure chance that the little girl found the treasure.

The treasure was hidden in plain sight, it was just in the end of the corridor next to the fish tank. When the little girl passed by, she had the feeling that the fishes were telling her to stop! Stop! Look at the locked box. There was a box, she managed to open the lock with the hair pin, and inside was the fantastic book of a thousand adventures.

Now every night, as soon as she could see the moon from the bedroom window, she would take the book from it's hiding place, cover herself with the bed sheets, and turn on the flashlight. She would light each word. She would read each sentence. She would imagine the scene at each paragraph. She would live each adventure in the storybook.