When I was little my sister and I would climb into our beds after teeth had been brushed and prayers had been said and wait. My mom would position herself on the floor near the door and open not only a book but a whole new world to us. We began with the Little House on the Prairie series and then worked our way up to the Babysitter's Club books. I looked forward to our night time ritual and would often (okay probably every night) beg for more.
I still remember the feeling of learning to read. It felt exactly like a light switch had been turned on. It felt like "Oh, so that's how people do it."After that I couldn't be stopped. My mom showing me how magical reading can be, and Mrs. Taylor, my first grade teacher showing me how, have been two of the best gifts I have received. Reading became a love of mine. It opened my mind to thoughts, ideas and people. I was able to travel around the world, and through time.
As I grew older my love affair continued. In 5th grade I was tested and had a high school senior reading level and a college comprehension level (and a low 5th grade spelling level...oh well can't win 'em all). I was thrilled and expanded what I read, challenging myself. As a teenager when my friends and I went to the mall (which was rare, it was a 30 min. drive) I would ask if they minded if we stopped (and spent hours) in the book store. I would spend hours and hours in bed reading after the lights out call. *Mom I am sure you are shocked to find this out.*
When I met Remy I quickly discovered someone who had a passion for reading. We discussed books we liked, books we've read, writing styles, and authors. We used to have our own "book club". We took turns choosing books for us to read and then discuss. I have enjoyed having a partner in crime.
I have many hobbies and interests that come and go but reading is my constant love. So if ever you want to start a conversation with me, just ask what book I am reading.
And if you love to read...watch this! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BuRuwR2JSXI
I am shocked! ...not! Same thing I used to do, but i would roll up a rug and put it under the door so my mom and dad couldn't see the light coming out from under my door : )
ReplyDeleteI love you and am so glad you love books as much as I do.