I grew up with books. Every night I was lulled to sleep by a bedtime story. They were usually read to me by my mother. It was very common to receive books for gifts whether it was a birthday or Christmas. For some reason I loved books on etymology. I also recall receiving one birthday a large brightly colored book on the secret world of the oceans invertebrates.
Once my family moved to New Jersey, I was just starting elementary school. It was a small affluent town. The high light of my day was to ride my bike to the local library. My mother helped me secure a library card. From that point on I was a member of the library's book club. I even remember one of the first times I skipped class in the first grade. I slipped out of class and spent the day in the schools library. Once the principle noticed that I had spent several class periods sitting in a chair reading, he went in search of my teacher to find out why. I got in trouble of course, but looking back... I'm sure sure she got an earful too!
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