I had gotten it my head that I was going to read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer aloud to my two older children this summer.  This decision was made largely because I had never read it myself.  I knew the story, of course, from its many incarnations on television and in school plays during my youth.  It was common in that time for renditions of this story to be presented at every turn.  But, that was back in a different time.  It seems it was gentler time, a simpler time, perhaps one best described as: childhood.  Anyway, I was required to read Huck Finn in high school and it was one of my most favorite books ever, so I had some regrets about never having read the original Tom Sawyer.  Since we all want our children to have what we never did, I was hell-bent on reading them this book, so they would be grateful when they are (hopefully!) made to read its sequel later on their educational paths.

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