MY BOOK!I did it!I did it! Come and lookAt what I’ve done!I read a book! When someone wrote itLong agoFor me to read,How did he knowThat this was the bookI’d take from the shelfAnd lie on the floorAnd read by myself?I really read it!Just like that!Word by word, From first to last!I’m sleeping withThis book in bed,This first FIRST bookI’ve ever read!~ David L. Harrison ~(from Somebody Catch My Homework)
I am the youngest of 6 children. Everyone in my family is an avid reader, so my house was full of books. However, I don’t remember how I learned to read or who read to me.
I was a tomboy, so I was outside whenever the opportunity presented itself. Because I was too busy climbing trees, I didn’t have too much time for reading. I do remember these are some of the books we had.
Cats here, cats there,
Cats and kittens everywhere,
Hundreds of cats,
Thousands of cats,
Millions and billions and trillions of cats.
Ian Fleming’s James Bond were a favorite of my Dad’s.
My elementary school, Hawthorne, had a library. I remember in the 6th grade I had to have permission to read some of Judy Blume’s books, such as Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret and Then Again, Maybe I won’t. I think I read all of her books that year.
“Eat it or wear it!”