I don’t remember a time that I didn’t love reading. I remember reading chapter books long into the night by flashlight, under the covers, as a child. I could finish a book in a night or two as I got older. I never wanted to put the book down.
I can’t remember what I read as a child to start it, but I remember reading quite a few. I remember reading a lot of Judy Blume and Beverly Cleary books. I remember reading Island of the Blue Dolphins. I remember avoiding A Wrinkle in Time, because the Newbery Award stamp on it made it intimidating, and therefore it must be boring.
I loved picking the books from the little catalog that they sent home from school. Finding the free and cheap books that were worth reading was always fun.
After I graduated from high school, I pretty much stopped reading other than for school. Textbooks weren’t a lot of fun, and they took up my reading time. After I finished school, full time work held my attention, and the commute. Then I had children. I read to them, but nothing for myself. When they got older, I finally got back into reading. I am glad I did. I learn so much that way.