30 Mar Freddy Fox’s cardboard boxes
Sometimes in life you just need to be brave enough to have a go. There’s never a right time or place where the planets align to give you the perfect conditions for your endeavour. Just step forward, and with will on your side, enter the unknown. That’s what it felt like six months ago when I decided to write my first book.
Being dyslexic this was the last thing on my list of things I thought I’d ever attempt but I had a burning itch to create something special for my little boy and his imminent brother.
I started with what I knew and a conversation that that had been bothering me for a while. I grew up in the rose-tinted era of Blue Peter and sticky-back plastic, continually pestering my mother for the Fairy liquid bottle that never seemed to finish, so I could bring my games and characters to life with a light sprinkling of imagination.
Today it’s all too easy to see what your children have a passion for and bring it to life with orders from Amazon.
The book is a simple journey of a creative fox that makes everything he imagines from the rubbish that’s left in the forest,
‘if you can dream it, I can make it. I am a creative fox. I can stick it, glue it and paste it, cover it in glitter. I’ll make you something wonderful from this wasteful litter.”
I want my kids to grow up without the fear of using their imaginations, being free to dream of all that’s possible.
The only saving grace is that with every new toy that arrives from Amazon comes a fresh new cardboard box ready to be turned into the next car/spaceship/castle.