I have talked before about how we are a house full of story tellers and avid readers. Jasper has begun creating his own stories; he’s used them in his play for a while – adding narrative as he acts out his ideas of pushes his trains around the track, but he has now started to ask, “Can I tell you a story?” This is always greeted, of course, with a resounding “Yes!”
So I thought it would be nice if we started to turn some of Jasper’s stories into books. I’ve videoed lots of them and played them back to him, watching him squeal with delight (this could be more to do with vanity than pride in his story-telling – he does love watching and listening to himself!) but I thought it would be particularly meaningful if his stories were made into actual books.
- Take a piece of A3 paper and fold into quarters before drawing a frame in each corner. (incidentally, this was a great opportunity to talk about fractions and how many more frames we needed to draw before we had filled all the quarters!)
- Put the paper down so it’s landscape and then cut across the fold on the left to the middle.
- Flip the paper over so the cut side is still on the left and draw 2 more frames, one above the other.
- Fold in half (downwards) and then wrap the edges around so you have a 4 page book with front and back covers.
This idea was taken from Paul Johnson’s Making books – this is not an affiliated link. If you click this link, I do not receive any money from Paul Johnson or amazon. It is a wonderful book though, packed full of book making ideas including concertina books and pop up books. I would certainly recommend you get hold of a copy for some truly marvelous creations!
Anyway, now you have your book and can fill it any way you like. We decided to write our own version of a story we knew. As I said earlier in the post, I wanted Jasper’s stories to feel really meaningful and be “published” for him so I wrote the story exactly as he said it (even if there were bits that didn’t quite make sense) on the left hand pages and he drew pictures on the covers and the right pages. This gave us a great opportunity to talk about what you usually find on the cover of a book, how illustrators might choose what to draw and how to link pictures to the story. It also was a great opportunity to practise the pencil-grip and shading – Jasper gets cross when I mention this usually but this morning, because he was so engaged with making the book, he made super progress with his fine-motor development.
As for the content, I mentioned in an earlier post that Jasper loves the story of ‘The Ghost Train’ by the legendary Alan Ahlberg and that we created our own version when we rode the steam train last week, in honour of Halloween. Jasper changed parts of the story – we had a “bright, bright station” instead of a “dark, dark” one and he used so much descriptive vocabulary, particularly to describe how the smoke swirled around the train as it chugged through the tunnel.
So I thought this would be a great story to write in the book.
Jasper had other ideas though. He still wanted to tell a story about a train, but he decided it was going to be ‘more like the Dr Bones Bump in the Night’ story (another Alan Ahlberg one) and the trains were going to thunder down the track and bump into each other. In the end, there was of Thomas the Tank Engine too! I asked him why there was so much thunder in his story and he replied that we’d a lot of thunder recently so the trains probably had some too! I couldn’t argue with that! And isn’t it just another example of the power of nature?!
Here’s the finished version:
‘Once upon a time there was a train and its name was Thomas. He had another friend called Percy. And they had some more friends. One was Gordon, one was Henry, one was Edward, one was James. They did a chug around chasing each other. Another train called Hero bumped into them. And then he chugged back. He bumped into the track so hard he stopped. Then there was a big thundering noise. It wasn’t thunder, it was Gordon chasing the trains past hero. Then was another thunder but it wasn’t thunder, it was Spencer. They all had to go back to their sheds.’