What is a special memory from childhood?
I have always loved to read. As a child, I read anything I could get my hands on. The Magic Treehouse books, Junie B. Jones, A Series of Unfortunate Events, you name it, I read it.
I loved the way that books transported me to a different place and let me create my own world. Books grew my imagination and gave me a passion for words and stories.
I wouldn't have loved to read without the guidance of my parents. Before I could read, I remember sitting on my dad's lap and reading books like Caps for Sale and A Bad Case of Stripes. He would always read to me, patiently, taking the time to make up silly voices for each character.
I remember curling up on the couch with mom on school nights and reading the next chapter of Junie B. Jones to her. Always patient, gently correcting me when I needed it.
Books are one of my special memories from childhood. Even though I don't have near as much time to read as I used to, there's always a certain comfort that books provide.
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