Hill Of Fire

One of the joys of having children is recovering lost memories of your own childhood. I had that today as Grace read the book "Hill of Fire" to the boys and me. I remember reading this one myself as a young girl and enjoying it very much.

It's a story of the birth of a volcano in Mexico while a poor farmer is plowing his field. Our boys sat riveted for half an hour while she read aloud to us.

This is her drawing of "El Monstruo" exploding. She drew me next to the volcano - not sure how I figure into the story (or where that BIG hair came from!). :)