Bright MasihGrowing up in the '70s, during the height of racial tensions, wasn't always easy, but my mother and father, Anwar and Khursheidan, made the most out of what they had. Through their iron clad Christian faith, they always tried to do the best for my silings and me. As a child growing up in the 1970s and 1980s, my days were spent joyfully playing marbles with other children on manhole covers, British Bulldog in the middle of the road and going on long bike rides through the tall, deep woods, during what felt like the endlessly sunny summer school holidays.What I wish to do through my books, even if only for a few minutes, is to transport children to a place where they can daydream with feelings of curiosity, amazement and joy, in the same way my friends and I did when I was a boy. When the world, at least to me and my little friends, felt like a happier, simpler place, where our imaginations were not supplemented by smartphones or the Internet. Read More Read Less
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