Today’s MUSING MONDAYS post is about early reading…
Do you remember how you developed a love for reading? Was it from a particular person, or person(s)? Do you remember any books that you read, or were read to you, as a young child? (question courtesy of Diane)
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I find it very frustrating that I don’t have many memories of reading as a small child, at least not very many clear ones. My parents are not big readers, then or now, so when I cannot say that I my love of reading was passed on from them, I still have to thank my mother for my love of books.
My mother has had difficulties with reading her entire life and often recounts the fear she experienced throughout her schooling, just dreading the time a teacher would ask her to read something in front of the class. Because of this, she says, she was determined to make sure I never experienced this myself. She was always sure to read to me: a brief stint of picture books before heading over to fairy tales and Enid Blyton. I don’t remember ever not having books around me, even if, as a three year old, I had more books than both my parents combined.
I don’t remember any of the titles of the picture books I was read to – but I do recall one about a kitten who went back-to-school shopping with his mother – but I do know that I had my fair share of Enid Blyton. They’re all still on my shelf.