"How far is far?" asked the little boy.
"As far as the end of your nose," said his mother, and she kissed the end of his nose.
"As far as you can walk until you get tired. As far away as the other side of the world. Even as far away as the first star that shines when the sky grows dark."
"That's a lot to think about," said the little boy, and he went out to dig a hole.
An excerpt opening of a book of mine published in 1967 by Alvin Tresselt - HOW FAR is FAR?.
There are some books once you open and read the first page you feel touched and find it so powerful and you know you want it to become your bedtime read for many nights to come. This is the one.
My column illustration titled "HOW FAR is FAR?" | November 2013
