Actually, I don't remember when I learned to read. I assume I went through the normal process of being read to at home and learning extra lessons at school. Two memories did surface however, as I tried to grasp the beginnings of my literacy.
First I was in the Centerville, Tennessee elementary school, being ushered into the neighboring classroom for a little reading group. I was upset because this other teacher wasn't as pretty as my teacher, and then I was quickly horrified as I sat in a small circle of my peers...what if I made a mistake!
Now I can barely see over the kitchen table. The dinner mess had been cleared during the short time it took us kids to run for our scriptures and I climbed into my usual chair.
That's about it! I really love to read, but I feel I haven't done enough of it. Like there are so many wonderful classics I missed out on as a child and youth. I seemed to cling to a book when I really liked it, reading it over and over. Carrying them around made me feel smart and important. Black Beauty, and Charlotte's Web, and one book about a boy named Homer who somehow gets a pet skunk, and has something to do with a doughnut shop.
These days I struggle to find a balance between "fun" and "educational" reading. There are so many things I want to learn about, and so many stories I want to get caught up in. I'll get through it all one book at a time I suppose.
I am proud to say that my little boy seems to share my love and fascination with books. At times he doesn't have the patience for the story, but if he can turn the pages to his hearts content and surround himself with all the books he has pulled from the shelf he is a happy little man!
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There are so many books to read I too wonder how I'm ever going to get to them all.
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