For Kids Valiska Gregory
For Kids Valiska Gregory

No. I didn't even know what a writer was. In kindergarten I wanted to be a fireman, and in second grade I wanted to be a tap dancer. But once I learned how to read, I started writing and never stopped.

That baby on the left? That's me. Keep in mind that every grownup you've ever met was a baby once, and most of them probably had bald heads.
Where do you get your ideas?

Why is your name so strange?
VALISKA (Vuh-LESS-kuh) is a Slovak family name, and it doesn't seem strange to me because I've had it all my life. My father was born in Slovakia. (My mother's mother came from Poland and her father came from Bohemia.) My father is the little boy standing on a chair next to his mother. When he came to this country through Ellis Island, he couldn't speak a word of English.
Do you like to read?
I LOVE to read. When I was four, I even talked the principal into letting me go to kindergarten a whole year early just because I wanted to learn how to read as soon as I could.
Do you have to go to college to be a writer?
You don't have to, but I think it's a very good idea. School is a good place to learn lots of things, and the more you learn, the more things you'll have to write about. I was the first person in my family to go to college. My father and most of my uncles worked in the steel mills and oil refineries and my mother and her sisters worked as maids in Chicago hotels. My parents both had to quit school after they finished the eighth grade to go to work to help their families, so I felt very lucky to be able to go to college on a scholarship.

I live in Indianapolis, Indiana in a red brick house with a blue garage and lots of bird feeders, but I grew up in Chicago in an attic apartment my father built at the top of my grandmother's house. It was great—half of my aunts and uncles lived downstairs and I could see my grandmother any time I wanted.

If you’ve looked at the pictures above, you've already seen my dog Lucy, but before my children grew up, they had many other pets—goldfish, hamsters, even hermit crabs. Once they had a HUGE lop-eared rabbit. This is his baby picture when he was only 5 months old. As a grownup, he weighed 18 lbs. and was bigger than our dog. (I am not making this up.) In my books you'll find a hamster named Norman Noggs and a rabbit named Benjamin who are suspiciously like certain pets and children I have known.

I think I ended up as a writer partly because of my father's stories. Each night before we went to bed, he would tell my brothers and me stories that he made up himself. I loved his stories. One day he told me that if I learned how to read, I could have all the stories I wanted, so I did, as fast as I could, because the more you read, the easier it gets. And since reading and writing go together like peanut butter and jelly, I've been writing my own stories ever since.
How old are you and do you have gray hair yet?
I am old enough that the candles on my November 3rd birthday cake set off the fire alarm. And if you really want to know, I am as old as the Statue of Liberty, minus the year the Liberty Bell first rang, divided by the number of ears you have, plus the number of paws on two bears, minus the number of eyes on a Cyclops, plus four. My hair is mainly light brown and gray and looks a little like the fur of an 8-year old cocker spaniel.
Illustration ©Bruce Degen
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