Most of my childhood reads were about individuals or groups of children going off on thrilling adventures by themselves. There were no parents around, and hardly any adults (except the villains, of course). Sound familiar?
A few years ago, I began wondering why this was so. Why do adventures have to take place when children are alone? Why are things suddenly more boring when parents are around? Yes, it’s true in real life that sensible adults tend to make sure children stay out of dangerous situations, but is the story view that “adventure only happens when we’re not around authorities” the right attitude to have? And is there a way to write something different?
This is the point I spent a long time pondering. What if whole families could go on thrilling exploits together? What if parents weren’t an impediment to adventure, but rather the reason children get into it in the first place? Wouldn’t this be a far more exciting (and Biblical) premise than the one currently offered by stacks of literature out there?
I began to think so, and the Baker Family Adventures Series was born.