In 2012, I was in Mexico with my daughter and her family. It was raining, and we were all inside. The TV was on and my son-in-law and grandson were watching a King Kong movie. I instantly remembered the dream I had at five years old and relayed it to my daughter. Parts of the dream were as vivid as they were seventy-three years ago. There he was, a huge gorilla with a chair on his chest just for me. He walked on his back legs as if to say, look at us! I remember feeling that sense of pride having my own gorilla. It was wonderful to remember how special it was to me. My daughter looked me straight in the eye and said “Mom, you need to write a children’s book”.

As soon as I got home and sat in front of my computer, the words just flew out of my head, as if to say, “Where have you been”. It was a wonderful experience and I was in love with the whole process of writing a book.

I look forward to bringing more fun stories to print. The “Gorilla of My Dreams” has many more adventures to share.