My first love

I was just on Stephanie Bond’s online journal reading about how she has this picture of herself (at about 3 yrs of age) with a Golden book, and it brought back memories. Not that I have a similar picture, but I remember reading my way through every Golden Book I could get my hands on.

I learned to read at the age of 3. My older sister was in first grade and I sat with her when she did her homework, fascinated with the ABC’s and 123’s and the whole learning process.

One day my mother came upon me ‘reading’ to myself aloud and listened in, thinking how well I’d memorized the story. She got another book and asked me to read to her, because she suddenly realized I wasn’t skipping any words or paraphrasing.

By the time I entered first grade (going to kindergarten back then was unusual) I was reading on a 5th grade level. Lord, I wish I remembered his name, but a boy from one of the 5th grade classes would occasionally bring his reader down during story time and I’d read to the class.

Reading was like traveling to other worlds, getting to know people I’d otherwise never get a chance to meet in my dinky, hot, dusty little Texas hometown. Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, Trixie Beldon and Laura Ingalls Wilder. The list was endless and my librarian usually let me check out 6-8 books a week, knowing full well it would probably be less time before I’d return them. When it got too hot to venture outside? Read. When you’re bored with Chatty Cathy and Barbie? Read. When it’s too hot to help Granny hoe in the garden, or pick produce? Read. Any excuse was a good one.😉

One summer I spent so much time with my nose in a book, my mother started taking them AWAY from me and insisting I spend SOME time in the great outdoors, even if it was in the early mornings and late evenings.

Humph! Like I needed more mosquito and chigger bites.

So, tell me… Do you remember falling in love with reading?

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As an author of sizzling romance, Annie takes contemporary settings. and incorporates twists with sci-fi and paranormal elements.
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5 Responses to My first love

  1. Suzanne says:

    >Wow, Carol, that sounds so much like me! I had a sister two years older than me and I learned to read with her as she went to first grade. I was one of the very few kids who could read when I got to kindergarten.

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  2. Carol B. says:

    >Hey, we’re reading sisters! LOLSo, did you used to hide category books in your propped up textbooks, too? LOL I think that started happening in… 6th grade. :-O

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  3. Steph T. says:

    >I used to read everywhere (and anything I could get my hands on.) Especially in the car – I’m convinced that’s the reason I have no sense of direction.

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  4. Bernita says:

    >I think I was about 3 1/2. My mother used to read to me. Sneaked “Peter Rabbit” out of the bottom drawer of the dresser one sunny afternoon, looking at the pictures and remembering my mother’s voice. Then the light went on. The sounds suddenly matched the words. And I UNDERSTOOD what the whole thing was about.Epiphany. Never looked back.

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  5. Jill says:

    >This could have been me too, I’ve been in love with reading longer than I’ve been in love with eating, and that’s saying a lot …

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