Am I a reader? Yes.
My first memory of books, was as a young child, some of my very first memories include my sister (who couldn’t actually read) reading stories every night to me before bed. She wasn’t old enough to read so she made them up as children often do. I remember thinking it was SO cool to be able to read and tell stories.
My second memory of reading and books was also when I was very young. I was four years old and I went to our public library with my mother. I remember thinking it was better than any toy store or candy store. It was phenomenal and I was stuck with my mouth wide open. What an amazing place for a kid to be.
When I was in first grade, my mom took me down to the library to get my very own library card.
Needless to say, I was beyond excited. I think it may have taken a couple of hours for me to be able to write my own name so “neatly”. This was a monumental moment for me because I finally had my own card. I could read all of the books I wanted. For free!!!
Skip forward to my high school years. I had a sophomore English teacher that would send me home with reading lists frequently. She knew my taste and also suggested books that made me stretch my imagination. I appreciated that teacher and her dedication to me, and even though I knew from the first time I opened a book that I loved books and loved to read, she made me learn a deeper appreciation for reading and the authors themselves. Reading became my refuge.
Recently, my grandfather passed away. My family all spent hours cleaning out the house and dispersing things where they needed to go. I found a box under the eves that contained old books. Many of them were not legible but some of them were books that I had heard of. I found a book titled “Harvey’s Elementary Grammar for the English Language. The book was published in 1869, and it was my great great grandmother’s. I keep those books that I found in the attic as keepsakes, as each one of them belonged to an older generation family member of mine.