I’ve been reading for as long as I can remember. I was that kid who read well past lights out, with a flashlight in the dark, just wanting to read one more page. I can’t say for sure where my love of reading came from, as my mother would rather watch TV than sit with a book, the only time I ever saw her read was on our annual summer vacations to Big Trees State Park. We would wander down to the Truckee river, she would find a shady spot, as she had her Irish skin that she needed to keep from getting sunburned. She would open up some random paperback and read, although I never knew what, and I pretty sure it was ultimately dismissed to have a chat with her best friend.
Im often asked, what was the book that started it all, and I’ve given it much thought, here are a few:
- Little House on The Prairie
- Where The Red Fern Grows
- Old Yeller
- The Chronicles of Narnia
