Harold and the Purple Crayon by Crockett JohnsonOne night, after thinking it over for some time, Harold decided to go for a walk in the moonlight. So begins this gentle story that shows just how far your imagination can take you. Armed only with an oversized purple crayon, young Harold draws himself a landscape full of beauty and excitement. But this is no hare-brained, impulsive flight of fantasy. Cherubic, round-headed Harold conducts his adventure with the utmost prudence, letting his imagination run free, but keeping his wits about him all the while. He takes the necessary purple-crayon precautions: drawing landmarks to ensure he wont get lost; sketching a boat when he finds himself in deep water; and creating a purple pie picnic when he feels the first pangs of hunger.
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Harold and the Purple Crayon
Harold took a walk in the moonlight. He drew a straight path to walk on. Harold walked with his big purple crayon. Then, he took a shortcut across a field. He entered a forest.
Harold thinks it over for some time and decides to go for a walk in the moonlight. This may seem unremarkable, but it is not.
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Harold never makes it home. This haunting realization first hit me one evening, after my son and I had endured a fourth consecutive rendition of Harold and the Purple Crayon. I mulled it over, shifting as my son wiggled off my lap. My parents read it to me; their parents read it to them. How did we never notice? Allow me to explain.