I suppose there was a lot I learned from Winnie the Pooh. As I read it aloud to my youngest, I realize how much A.A Milne has impacted my life.
1) My absolute ridiculous capitalization of words that seem Important. I was once told I appeared entirely German, but Edward Bear was more formative.
2) Probably the single most thing that made me wish I was English. The vocabulary is wonderfully British with lovely sounds that make your mouth into shapes that are merely unpracticed here. Yes, I do know how ridiculously bad my accent must be. I aim to sound out the words with precision mostly.
3) A song, no matter its meter or its rhyme, is a perfectly pleasant way to tackle the problems of the world. Everything is made better with a little bit of music to distract you from hardship. I imagine that Pooh sings as poorly as I do, but it never mattered much to him because it was the doing of the thing and not the judging of it.
4) The fourth wall is often penetrated between reader, writer, and characters. This messy sense of omniscient and first-person storytelling is likely at the root of my love for all things immersive. Such plot devices earned Deadpool my loyalty.
5) Friends do make even the most mundane of adventures more layered because they bring their and fears into the mix. Such a diverse set of friends adds…
