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Once upon a time in deep winter,when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from the sky, a queen was sitting by a window with a black ebony frame, and she was sewing. (Snow White)
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversations?" (Alice's Adventures in Wonderland)
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone)
Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth--a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutely centered upon his own silly self. (The Lost World--Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.)
I'm actually surprised at which books I chose to keep when hundreds and hundreds of others I'd accumulated over the years--a truckload of them--went in the moving sale or to my friends or as donations. Very revealing. Second childhood, perhaps?
p.s. My favorite childhood book was Uncle Wiggily stories. The first lines weren't all that distinctive, but the last lines always were: "And in the next chapter, if the loaf of bread doesn't get the toothache and jump out of the oven into the dishpan, I'll tell you about Uncle Wiggily helping Dr. Possum. (God, I'm old!)

I'm for a second childhood too. Think I'm in my third or maybe my fourth. My hubby thinks I'm the silliest person he's ever met. Uncle Wiggly. I had those, too. And all kinds of games. I remember I played with my Uncle Wiggly Tidily Winks game for years. Wonder what happened to it?
Thanks so much for sharing these great opening lines. Hugs your way. And you're not old, just youthening. Paul

and maybe my favorite ever,
"Marley was dead, to begin with." A Christmas Carol