I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember. My mother said I was a quiet child. She shared that she would give me a book and I’d pretty much loose myself in its pages. No surprise now that as an adult, I have more books than I have time for. Every time I find an author whose books I love, I feel the need to read their entire collection.
In my elementary days, I read a lot of R.L. Stine’s books, especially the Goosebumps collection. When we would go to the mall, I always went into the bookstore to see if I could find a new book or perhaps a different author. I was the young student who often visited the library during lunch to look for new books to read. The issue was that the library at the elementary school had a limit to how many books you could check-out at a time. Whenever I was at my limit, if I found a book I really liked, I would read it and then I would hide it so I could read it again the next day (Teehee).
Yep, I hid books, just in case someone else happened to want to read the same exact ones, because, you know, that happened a lot (right!). One day I got caught by the librarian and got in trouble…. if I ever got in trouble in school it was for hiding books. Rebel, right?!
What I did not realize at that time is that reading was giving me knowledge. I was learning words without realizing it. This is significant given that English was not my first language. Today I find myself reading more nonfiction and memoirs, but I still delve into fiction and I often start more than one book at a time.
Reading gives me knowledge and that knowledge is what empowers me.
As I’ve grown up I’ve encouraged my nephews to read through gifts. My gifts to them, most of the time, have been books…. every now and then I’ll equip them with gear from one of the colleges I’ve attended (hoping that is also encouraging in some way). What they may not understand is that those books contain not just stories, but words that will add to their vocabulary and their knowledge.
I will always remember, that when I was little, my mother took me to the library.
Perhaps at that time she may not have guessed the impact that would have had on me, but it’s one of the memories I will always cherish.
I was a studious kid and loving to read has brought me very far. I don’t hide books in the library anymore, but I do think my husband wishes he could hide the bookstore from me…and iBook’s, and amazon…and any place that will allow me to make further book purchases. I do hope that my nephews will remember me as the aunt who got them those books….at the very least I hope that they will remember our visits to the bookstore and that it will have a positive impact on their life’s.