Chicken Soup for the Kid's Soul: 101 Stories of Courage, Hope and Laughter for Kids Ages 8-12
Today's kids face grave issues and harder decisions than ever before. Gang warfare, violence, drugs, alcohol, smoking, pregnancy, depression and suicide have found their way into middle and elementary schools. Divorce splits apart families every day. These issues make kids feel as if they must understand and accept all the troubles of the world. \ Now more than ever, kids want and need the inspiration and hope that Chicken Soup for the Soul provides. In this special volume, young readers will...
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Chicken Soup for the Kid's Soul: 101 Stories of Courage, Hope, and Laughter by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Patty Hansen, and Irene Dunlap is a collection of essays and poems written mostly by children, as well as some adults who remember what childhood is like. The collection is filled with inspiring stories of kids making a difference in their own lives and the lives of others. The stories here show that children can be heroes, true friends, generous volunteers, and much more. Mixing the serious, sad, and sometimes just plain silly, the stories in this collection cover a myriad of childhood experiences. With essays from celebrities such as Shaquille O'Neal, Roald Dahl, Chuck Norris, Shannon Miller, Kathy Ireland, and children from across the country, Chicken Soup for the Kid's Soul addresses all of the issues that concern kids today. Love, family, loss, dreams, and adversity in its many forms -- the issues facing kids today are tougher than those faced by previous generations. Adults who read this book will gain insights into what it is like to be a kid at the turn of the millennium, and kids will find support and understanding. Certain to touch hearts and spark discussion among the entire family, Chicken Soup for the Kid's Soul unabashedly presents the issues facing children today, from new challenges to age-old growing pains.Children's LiteratureBy now, everyone must have heard about the "Chicken Soup for the Soul" books. Well, this one is by kids and for kids. Thousands of stories were collected from kids and adults, well-known and unknown. The authors selected 101 of the stories to inspire courage, hope and laughter. They are aimed at children of all ages and their particular needs, but anyone will enjoy reading these vignettes on love, friendship, family, attitude and perspective, death and dying, achieving dreams, overcoming obstacles, choices, tough stuff, and eclectic wisdom. There's a story to touch everyone's heart, er..soul, especially the ones that are written by the children. There also is a list of organizations that help children, an invitation to write your own story, cartoons, and a blurb on each writer which restores one's faith in the youth of tomorrow. There's actually a Chicken Soup for the Soul organization developed to promote projects to inspire us all.
\ Green Salami\ That is the best—to laugh with someone because you both think the same things are funny.\ —Gloria Vanderbilt\ \ Sometime during the seventh grade two things happened to me. The first was that I got hooked on salami. Salami sandwiches, salami and cheese, salami on crackers—I couldn't get enough of the salty, spicy sausage. The other thing was that my mom and I weren't getting along really well. We weren't fighting really badly or anything, but it just seemed as if all she wanted to do was argue with me and tell me what to do. We also didn't laugh together much anymore. Things were changing, and my mom and I were the first to feel it.\ As far as the salami went, my mom wouldn't buy any because she said it was too expensive and not that good for me. To prove my emerging independence, I decided to go ahead and eat what I wanted anyway. So one day I used my allowance to buy a full sausage of dry salami.\ Now a problem had to be solved: Where would I put the salami? I didn't want my mom to see it. So I hid it in the only place that I knew was totally safe—under my bed. There was a special corner under the bed that the upright Hoover couldn't reach and that my mom rarely had the ambition to clean. Under the bed went the salami, back in the corner—in the dark and the dust.\ A couple of weeks later, I remembered the delicious treat that was waiting for me. I peered beneath the bed and saw...not the salami that I had hidden, but some green and hairy object that didn't look like anything I had ever seen before. The salami had grown about an inch of hair, and the hair was standing straight up, as if the salami had been surprised by the sudden appearance of my face next to its hiding place. Being the picky eater I was, I was not interested in consuming any of this object. The best thing I could think of to do was ... absolutely nothing.\ Sometime later, my mom became obsessed with spring cleaning, which in her case meant she would clean places that had never seen the light of day. Of course, that meant under my bed. I knew in my heart that the moment would soon come when she would find the object in its hiding place. During the first two days of her frenzy, I watched carefully to judge the time when I thought she would find the salami. She washed, she scrubbed, she dusted.., she screamed! She screamed and screamed and screamed. "Ahhhhhhàahhhhhhàahhhhhh!" The screams were coming from my room. Alarms went off in my head. She had found the salami!\ "What is it, Mom?" I yelled as I ran into my room. "There is something under your bed!"\ "What's under my bed?" I opened my eyes very wide to show my complete innocence.\ "Something ... something... I don't know what it is!" She finally stopped screaming. Then she whispered, "Maybe it's alive."\ I got down to look under my bed.\ "Watch out!" she shouted. "I don't know what it is!" she said again. She pushed me to one side. I was proud of the bravery she was demonstrating to Save me from the "something" in spite of her distress.\ I was amazed at what I saw. The last time I had looked at the salami, the hair on it was about an inch long and fuzzy all over. Now, the hair had grown another three inches, was a gray-green color and had actually started to grow on the surrounding area as well. You could no longer tell the actual shape of what the hair was covering. I looked at my mom. Except for the color, her hair closely resembled the hair on the salami: It was standing straight up, too! Abruptly she got up and left the room, only to return five seconds later with the broom.\ Using the handle of the broom, she poked the salami. It didn't move. She poked it harder. It still didn't move. At that point, I wanted to te11 her what it was, but I couldn't seem to make my mouth work. My chest was squeezing with an effort to repress the laughter that, unbidden, was threatening to explode. At the same time, I was terrified of her rage when she finally discovered what it was. I was also afraid she was going to, have a heart attack because she looked so scared.\ Finally my mom got up her nerve and pushed the salami really hard. At that same exact moment, the laughter I had been trying to hold back exploded from my mouth. She dropped the broom and looked at me.\ "What's so funny?" my mom asked. Up close, two inches from my face, she looked furious. Maybe it was just the position of having her head lower than her bottom that made her face so red, but I was sure she was about to poke me with the broom handle. I sure didn't want that to happen because it still had some pieces of gray-green hair sticking to it. I felt kind of sick, but then another one of my huge laughs erupted. It was as if I had no control over my body. One followed another, and pretty soon I was rolling on the floor. My mom sat down—hard.\ "What is so funny?!"\ "Salami," I managed to get out despite the gales of laughter that I had no control over. "Salami! Salami!" I rolled on the floor. "It's a salami!"\ My mother gazed at me with disbelief. What did salami have to do with anything? The object under the bed did not look like any salami she had ever seen. In fact, it did not look like anything she (or I) had ever seen.\ I gasped for breath. "Mom, it's a salami—you know, one of those big salami sausages!"\ She asked what any sane mother would ask in this situation. "What is a salami doing under your bed?"\ "I bought it with my allowance." My laughter was subsiding, and fear was beginning to take its place. I looked at her. She had the strangest expression on her face that I had ever seen: a combination of disgust, confusion, exhaustion, fear—and anger! Her hair was standing on end, perspiration beaded on her flushed face and her eyes looked as if they were going to jump out of her head. I couldn't help it. I started to laugh again.\ And then the miracle of miracles happened. My mom started to laugh, too. First just a nervous release, a titter really, but then it turned into the full-on belly laugh that only my mom's side of the family is capable of. The two of us laughed until tears rolled down our cheeks and thought I would pee my pants.\ When we finally were able to stop laughing, my mom shoved the broom into my hands.\ "Okay, Patty Jean Shaw, clean it up, no matter what it is!" I had no idea how to clean up something and not look at it or touch it. So, of course, I got my little sister to help me. I could get her to help with anything, as long as I bribed or threatened her. Since she didn't know what the object was supposed to look like to begin with, she didn't have much fear attached to helping. Between the two of us, we managed to roll it onto the evening newspaper (my dad never knew what happened to it). I carefully, carefully carried it outside and put it into the trash. Then I had my sister remove the remaining fuzz from the carpet. I had convinced her that I was too large to get into the small corner where it had grown. I ended up owing her my allowance for two weeks.\ My mom never got mad at me for buying the salami. I guess she thought I had already paid a price. The salami provided a memory of shared, unrestrained laughter. For years to come, all I had to do was threaten to buy salami to make my mom laugh.\ Patty Hansen\ \ ¬1998. All rights reserved. Reprinted from Chicken Soup for the KidÆs Soul by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Patty Hansen, Irene Dunlap. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. 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\ Children's Literature\ - Meredith Kiger\ By now, everyone must have heard about the "Chicken Soup for the Soul" books. Well, this one is by kids and for kids. Thousands of stories were collected from kids and adults, well-known and unknown. The authors selected 101 of the stories to inspire courage, hope and laughter. They are aimed at children of all ages and their particular needs, but anyone will enjoy reading these vignettes on love, friendship, family, attitude and perspective, death and dying, achieving dreams, overcoming obstacles, choices, tough stuff, and eclectic wisdom. There's a story to touch everyone's heart, er..soul, especially the ones that are written by the children. There also is a list of organizations that help children, an invitation to write your own story, cartoons, and a blurb on each writer which restores one's faith in the youth of tomorrow. There's actually a Chicken Soup for the Soul organization developed to promote projects to inspire us all.\ \
