Do you remember your earliest days as a reader?
My mum had an amazing ability to read to me and knit at the same time. I still don’t know how she managed to do both, but I remember those nights by the fire like they were yesterday. (If I close my eyes, I can still hear the fire crackling!) No matter what book I chose, she’d be happy to read it to me. We’d spend hours living the adventures of the Three Bears, Little Red Riding Hood, Snow White, the Boy who Cried Wolf, and so many more!
As I got a little older, I began considering my weekly trips to the Rectory library to be a vacation of sorts. After all, the books in the children’s section could take me anywhere I wanted to go, and for just a little while, I could be anyone I wanted to be. What a magical place!
I didn’t stop there, though. A few years later, my English teacher, Miss Marshall, taught me that Shakespeare can be downright cool! Instead of being one of those teenagers that thought “Oh no! Not MORE Shakespeare!”, I was lucky enough to have a teacher that really brought his work to life. (To this day, I still remember our class’ lively debate on MacBeth!)
I think those early days have a lot to do with who I am today. Even now, every time I crack open a new book (whether I’m by myself or with one of my grandchildren), I can’t wait to see where it’s going to take me!
While I may not write children’s books, I’d like to think I’m doing my part to get people interested in reading. After all, if Mum or Dad gets engrossed in one of my books, it will only encourage their kids to pick up one of their own books and live their own adventures!
To me, that’s the ultimate gift!