I Heard my Mother Call my Name

One of my absolute favourite books to read (and have read to me by my Mom) when I was younger was called I Heard my Mother Call my Name, by Nancy Hundall. After digging it out recently from the bookshelf of kids' books in the basement, just reading it reminded me of the summers when I was a kid, of having fun playing outdoors with friends until the streetlights came on, and our parents beckoned us indoors. Then the street would be anything but quiet. I'll share an excerpt of it, but I just may continue for the next while...

"I heard my Mother call my name and I know I should go in, but it is summer and dusk and beautiful. Behind me in the house are soft sounds--quiet voices and a faraway song. Here on the porch, everything is still. I look out past the trees and into the street. Shapes move dreamily, back and forth. Is something there, or does the fuzzy light paint them in my head? I heard my mother call my name and I know I should go in..."

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